The end of a hustler
Russell was slim and did like to hustle, but on his arm he packed some serious muscle
Most of the time he liked to gamble, but when things got hot he was quick to scramble
Fraud and deceit is a way to survive, this easy money is what keeps him alive
He hated snitches, but he loved his crew, this is the only life he ever knew
At daytime a hustler, at night a playboy, but Russell was never a rich man’s toy
The people in town knew he was bad, but what happened to Russell was really sad
One morning when Russell was crossing the road, he got bit in the eye by a flying toad
As his vision blurred and day became night, it turns out that poor Russell had lost his sight
Now Russell sits alone flexing his muscle, wishing that he can once more Hustle
Saleh Ben Saleh
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