Hustler***cell Block "b"***
***part one of three***
Another day in the streets
nobody will listen
to the life of a young hustler
on a milk carton missin'.
Makin' money the easy way
regulated by none
my bills easily paid
from the barrel of my gun
people know my reputation
know the pain I can bring
female's, I love em all
as only a fling
nobody cares about a hustler
look the other way when I pass
I'm thought as a criminal
I didn't have what you have.
but, I won't come in last
**** This is not a biography****
:JLP}
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