break bread with those in ya hood..
a true hustler makes sure the neighborhoods good..from ever corner to the block its more to life thenslanting rocks..now days everything's a hustle...shoes..purses and bags..hs going so hard out here for a Buck..they rocking toe tags..why he gotta die..for the same dollarwhy she gotta be a ...cause u got caught up...why every word u try to pronounce gotta involve the wordsouncedimerockor pound..whose really down?he went to jail for ya action to be apart of your madnessyour hatred way too deep..this the same brother u grew up wit..and yet he never sold u out...yet u have doubt...a real hustler feeds the familybreaks bread with the hood....makes sure they goodyour greed has taken ova..And its a bit ***ed up..those u trusted that trusted u..and this is what u do..his mom never asked for this......her baby boy just wanted to fit in..the hood embraced his disappearancecandles lite down to lighters flicked...now ya guilt eats at your soul...may God be with u....