Hustler's Prayer

Health, Wealth, and Knwoledge of Self
I pray for empowerment to continue to do what it is that I do
For strength to hold shT down like it should be held down
For foresight to see shT the way it needs to be seen
For simply being able to wake up in the mornign after I write these words

I pray for the day when my toil is replensihed with rewards
When my sweat is cashed out for ghetto soliloquies
For the day that my effort is recognized as not having been in vain
So until then I will simply maintain the course

And continue to pray for the opportunity to go from ashy to classy
Yet still flip shT while doing my thing
Because although i cannot sing
I still can bellow the tune of turmoil
Make cold blood boil
At times I feel stuck in the mud
Undecided whether I want to go for the appluase
Or head for the doors and take it to the streets

Six feet deep is not my cup of tea, B
But it's hard to shake shT you saw in the early years
Hard to curb innate tendencies borne of your youthfulness
Life's only as real in the field as you make it
Yet some shT is hard to break
Though it's pretty easy to be fake
But then I guess that's why I prayed in the first place

So that I could live my life without worry
Without regret
Without shame
Without pain

The bane of my existence was to be on that bullshT
To instead go against the grain
And keep it realistic
Cuz I ain't trying to go out like that, son

I'm trying to do what I can to show this little homie the ropes
But it's funny how we're both students at times
The blind leading the blind
The humble leading the mumble
And I ain't without my faults
But who ain't?
I just pray I imprve upon them to in turn improve upon myself
Take each day as each second comes and goes
The tick tock of nature's rollercoaster urging me to keep it moving
Coercing me to go with those gut instincts
Suggesting that I go for broke
Reminding me that the stakes are high

So I pray for blue skies and wide eyes focused on the prize
I pray that I rise to a new day ready to slay any bullshT that may hinder my way
For favor with those whom I need to hustle and have solid relationships
And the ability to balance empowering my peoples with stacking chips
I pray for for my soul to recover from its physical wounds and forgive me for my neglect just as I hope to be able to forgive others in the same vein and reclaim my destiny