I smoke on this onion
To get some relief
Through the struggle
These faces of terror
It seems they just won’t
Ever leave me alone
But I’m takin the road
For the better
Still I toss and I turn
Havin nightmares and visions
I can't get em out of my head
Losing sleep due to
Devilish creatures
That whisper and weep
All from under my bed

Don’t trip
When approaching
The problems of dignity
Manage your grip
Well nobody said life
Would ever be fair
So get off of yo ass and commit
Quit the cryin lil sucka
Gon’ and try to simmer down
Grab a number
Stand in line for the freak show
Take a trip through the mystic
And open those eyes to the blood
Feel the cadence of evil
God forgive me
For those crimes
I never planned to slip
Its just been
Somethin on my mind
It keeps me chained in hell
Cheafin hay
Workin late
Tryin to get by
Steady servin like a mug
And I’ve never been a bitch
So til’ the hogs come and stick me
Yeah mane
I’mma make my run

And no I ain’t proud of some things
That I’ve done in the past
So don’t hold it against me
It’s just that it’s hard to make
Much of a useable profit when bigots
Keep taxin our businesses
All the money the pussy
The power was never enough
Cause they want every hour you spend
To be fightin to live
You gotta watch your back
Corruption is real
It’s death to the regular joe
What’s the purpose of culture
If all that we know soon intends
To be cancelled
When everything closes
The only one left is the rich
Eruptive decisions
And sinister motives
Between politicians
Its meant to provoke you
The pushing of violence
It acts like a motor
Controlling the brain like a tick

I wish it was different but everyone
Changes
Illusions they crumble
And fall through the pavement
Eventually all this material waste
Will be nothing but rot in the distance
But as long as you buck
And hold on to your rights
You’ll be bound to prevail
Let the serpent inside through the
Palm of your hand
As it travels the vitals
The truth will be clear once again
But if you wanna pass some time
Just gon and light that junt
(chiefin hay x3, everyday)
Don’t let the clock destroy
Your pride you better
Tighten them gloves
(workin late, chiefin hay, everyday)
This is the hustle