Hustle Like Me

They call you corporate? Well then so am I You’re that same guy I saw pass by And cut your eyes in my direction Like I was some kind of menace But we’re both lawless I run my world from where you wouldn’t dare You run yours from that big corner office Same hustle Different size slice cut from the same seedy pie The only real difference? You run your sins from a hundred floors high But you hustle just like me Mr. White Collar critic I may openly live it But just like me You push your product towards the weak and impulsive So like it or not you’ve been right in it Just like me Supply and demand Different trade, same plan We target the same clientele That same vulnerable man Cause’ once that money changes hands We both have no shame All green money spends the same You got your stocks, insider trade I got my rocks We’re both self made You got your inside sources turned state’s witness I employ the young and ambitious Sometimes they slip up And they too become snitches So the flavor in your greed taste just like mine Two people who at the end of the day Pull up their britches in the same way One crooked leg at a time So you see You hustle just like me You got your “just in case” insurance Stashed off shore, to be dispensed upon request You launder I make threats Eventually, What both of us want both of us gets You keep a tight circle I keep one too But mine’s called a crew In any case it keeps us less nervous But they serve the same damn purpose They help us sleep while our money stays in service What I sell makes people believe they can fly So yes, My trade is predicated on a lie But I guess Your trade is just as cleverly disguised It’s just that your lies are forgiven by less judgmental eyes But both our business models have destroyed innocent lives So in essence When you stare at me It’s like a mirrored view into your own scandal clad eyes You know why? Cause’ you hustle Just like me Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved