DESCRIPTION:
"Caught in a Hustle Freestyle"

Artist: UzZy

Written by/lyrics by: UzZy

Beat: Immortal Technique - Caught in a Hustle (Taken from BeatAesthete - http://www.youtube.com/user/BeatAesthete)

Lyrics:
Yeah. It's Uzzy.
Mic check. Sound is good. Yeah.

[Verse 1]
Caught in a hustle. Born to be in trouble.
Be broke or be dead, so I had to struggle.
Mind on my money and my money in my pocket.
Gun in my hand motherfucker I aint scared to pop it.
The hood rats love it, the kids think its cool.
If you grow up in a ghetto, be a gangsta or be a fool.
Little did we know so we chose the wrong path.
Rolling in stolen cars, smoke and sell grass.
Uh. Who do you believe in.
We all say God, but, for what reason.
We do anything that the devil tells us to.
No church, no mosque. And we fucking prostitutes.
Born hellrazors, the police chase us.
Got enemies tripping who tryna erase us.
Blaze up big blunts to fucking maintain.
But all those fucking drugs, fucking up our fucking brains.

Fuckin up our brains
They're fucking up our brains.
The drugs fucking up our fucking brains.
Yeah. They fucking up our brains.

Yeah. I got something to say mama.
I need you to sit down for a moment.

[Verse 2]
Listen mama I do love you. Sorry for who I am.
But I can not change, accept that I'm a man.
Accept the man that I am, you aint gotta like it.
Fuck ya friends and our neighbors I aint tryna hide it.
I know you pictured me better, wearing a fancy sweater.
Collage gratuated, you always tell me and I hate it.
But I am not what you want me to be, I'm a G.
You aint gotta kick my ass out, dont worry I will leave.
Myself. I know I chose to ball.
But I'm ya son, and I hope, you will accept my calls.
Cus this life is real hard and I need ya mama.
I know this is not the right way to treat ya mama.
Please forgive me mama. And ask the Lord for some blessings.
There's a war going on outside, my homies passing.
Away they die, maybe I'm the next to die.
I gotta go mom I love you please promise not to cry. Yeah
Please promise not to cry, yeah.
Please promise not to cry.
Ma', promise not to cry.
Please, promise not to cry.

[Outro]
Your son's a killer.
I'm not the son you want me to be, I'm the son you warned me about.
Remember you used to tell me not to play with some of the kids from the block?
You used to say, don't play with those kids they're bad for you.
Everybody warned us about them.
But guess what mama. I am one of 'em.
I'm who the other childrens parents warned them about.
My friends and myself. We're the bad kids. It's fucked up right?
And look at us now. Now we're grown.
Everybody who grew up with us are either dead, in jail or here doing shit with me.
Sad to see me like this isn't it?
Don't worry. I'll make money enough to get you out of here.
My brother aint supposed to grow up and be the next me.
I swear. I'll try as hard as I can.
As long as I'm breathing, I'll try to make it happen. I promise.
But until that, be strong mama. Be strong.
When I die don't cry.
Just remember me as the son I was before I disappointed you.
As the son you really loved. Before I changed and fucked up..
Yeah. Fore' I changed and fucked up