The Hustler
Hustling on point
No time to waste
On the go
On the move
Money on my mind
I care less
About all else...
The hustler...
Love makes life
Go round and round
So they say...
To me
Love has no network
It's dead...
Later in prospect
It may resurrect...
The hustler...
In my mind
Money rules
Cos I got to bustle
Run around and jostle...
The hustler...
The time I got is now
My bones are strong
Ailment scarce
My body young
So on and on I move
In search of the alcove...
The hustler...
God bless my hustle
I remember You in it
Cos You are my source
Anywhere I err
It's part of my weakness:
You I see in all
And You I beg
To fill water in my hustling keg...
The hustler...
Talk to me of money
Talk not of women
Nor of frivolous things
Money on my mind
The evil genius of my kind...
The hustler...
Hustle less
And pay attention
To your deeds
Hustling ends
Deeds go on:
Time to act is now
Less you cry when you bow...
The hustler...
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2013
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