The Hustler

Enter the hustler
With monetary  momentary speed 
He's rolling
Not a man of need
He's got it squared away

No specific race these days, all races participate
Man of grace, charisma, his needs
On any other day 
He's got gold so he knows 
The hustle night and day

He's  got  the glory of the prize 
Standing straight and tall 
On this side of the ball
He checks it all
Watch the paper trail

Always gets by 
Sly slipping out the back way
When no body has
Eyes on him 
Turns around with that golden smile

Panther style the cool of charisma
More than you can guess, major
No temporary swag
His mission, stroll the GOAL
GET THE  MONEY AT OPPORTUNITY'S DOOR

stay the patrol
He glows
Light the life of jive
Known to thrive customary stride when he goes
Smooth EXIT THE LEGEND STROLLS

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