Hustler Poems - Poems about Hustler

Dear hustler, work your way, Let not others' scorn dismay. Pray for God's grace, each day, And your reward will come your way. But do not kill yourself for gain, It's not worth the price of pain. Do not steal or cause another's loss, Let not your greed bring another's cross. Take your time, and work your way, It's not worth it to rush...

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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...

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He hustled his way to the top But in an instance, he was stop Street cops took him down He lost his street crown And turn into a beat-up flop...

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When I discovered marbles can take marbles I became a hustler I was a pro I took marble after marble Some cried I rarely gave their marble back It was a competition Taken fairly I feel no guilt...

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The Hustler President The Hustling nation finally got the king of Hustlers, Yes, he was born deep inside the village Sungoi, Born by Hustling parents, he lived a modest life, He fed on the best natural foods, which he loves today, A sip of Mursiki and some well-done Sanga will forever remind you where you come from Forever. The king...

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POEMS ABOUT POOL SHARKS Shark by Michael R. Burch They are all unknowable, these rough pale men— haunting dim pool rooms like shadows, propped up on bar stools like scarecrows, nodding and sagging in the fraying light... I am not of them, as I glide among them— eliding the amorphous camaraderie they are as unlikely to spell as to feel, camouflaged in my own pale dichotomy... That there...

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Pool's Prince Charming by Michael R. Burch this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool, making all the ladies drool ... Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool! Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool. Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis, owner of (ahem) a similar pelvis ... Compared to you, the books will shelve us. Louie, Louie,...

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Steps his foot out of the door with granny’s anointed words if blessings were edible, he’d have been fatter than North America faces the day’s task with immunity to the heat of the sun dines with the wild to keep the oil running the quest for a better tomorrow begs for a step further a bright mind, a weary heart,...

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I don't know why you feel you gotta lie learn to be real - you ain't got to steal just cause you say - it really ain't that way doesn't make it so - well you outta know you think your one up, it's just another come up here is what you must know, you need a new hustle cause you...

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The greatest hustler we will ever know Is our wishful thinking For something holy. The deal on the table never really changes. It has long grown old And curdled. But we all take it as new. And How can I find my balance on the legal apparatus Of a rat eat rat city Which will always take the form’ Of a moneyed home. Those of...

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yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was raised by my grandma Mable feeding her dog underneath the table back then as a...

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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...

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The sun is really high and hot; his three-day shirt is all wet. He carry academic papers in his file; every day he walks for more than a mile, looking for a way to get a decent job, and save him from political mob. Sometimes he wonders why he was born; looking down at his shoes so torn. Pain and misery is visible...

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Every hustler has fallen. Cracks in the concrete is how the streets are watching. Calling me back, i thought i closed that door? Slipping into darkness heating up my toes. Rock bottom balling is a choice. Do or die. Be heard or make noise? Bodies traced in chalk then go void. Last time i checked I'm dealing with faith. like a rose...

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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...

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