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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...

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