Caught In A Hustle Lyrics - Singles - Immortal Technique

They say the odds against me are crooked and impossible 

Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle 

I was left to die by the doctors in the Children's Hospital 

But I never lose hope, success is psychological 

The world is volatile and the street is my education 

Shaping the nation like the blueprint of a mason 

While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion 

So I'm focused on my economic situation 

I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash 

I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh 

A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math 

Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path 

It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash 

But never raise the gun and cry out, "Freedom at last" 

The cold war is over but the world is still gettin' colder 

Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders 

I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers 

But then the general would decide when their life would be over 

So I work hard until my personality split 

Like the Black Panthers, into the Bloods and the Crips 

They said I would never be shit but now I sit and reminisce 

Like Yeshua Ben Yusef flippin' through Genesis 

Ignorance is venomous and it murders the soul 

Spreading like a virus running rampant but out of control 

So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle 

Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle 

From the hood rats to the rich kids lost in a bubble 

Spray painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels 

Write it down and remember that we never gave in 

The mind of a child is where the revolution begins 

So if the solution has never been to look in yourself 

How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else? 

Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle 

'Cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin' cracks in a duffel 

Upstate behind steel gates, intact in the scuffle 

Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle 

But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you 

And it's the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you 

Trying to fight the system from inside eventually corrupts you 

But that's what you get when you put a corporation above you 

And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most 

Sometimes when they die, you find yourself cursing their ghost 

But you make success, nobody delivers your fate 

Sometimes you give and you take 

Since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakes 

And that's the truth about life 

Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims and your ice 

Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us 

We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us 

But I'm going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges 

And semi-automatic barrages that empty the cartridge 

Post-traumatically scar kids that try to be brave 

Because niggaz back stab each other, just to try to get paid 

Turn cannibal like knights during the Crusades 

Afraid of responsibility, addicted to greed 

Beating their girls purposefully, losing a seed 

As if we were bound to the destiny we used to receive 

So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle 

Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle 

From the hood rats to the rich kids lost in a bubble 

Spray painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels 

Write it down and remember that we never gave in 

The mind of a child is where the revolution begins 

So if the solution has never been to look in yourself 

How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else? 

I used to wonder about people who don't believe in themselves 

(I used to wonder) 

But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else 

That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves 

Blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves 

I used to wonder about people who don't believe in themselves 

(I used to wonder) 

But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else 

That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves 

blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves 

I used to wonder