Hustle

I've heard this song a million times already No, it's nothing new And of course when you get your hair cut short It makes you look cruel Took a train to catch the boys downtown But their eyes were glued It's like everyone's got a got me down, Can't handle the mood They say it's impossible you have to hustle to feel love But it's been so nice to get to know The features of your internal and stuff... You cut me up Kids play around the corner Couldn't stay i quit the band Mind numb i'm getting older Headlights and garbage cans Kids play around the corner Growin up to fight the man Didn't wanna be a conformer Headlights and garbage cans We're shoulder deep in summer snow Rubbin' noses eskimo life Crossed your heart from head to toe Eyes as pink as winter roses white And they say nothing's possible You have to hustle to feel alive But imagine this: a different world Where everyone don't have to kill to strive A right to life I wrote this song a million times already No it's nothing new Hopped a train, ripped through the rain downtown Boy my eyes were glued To a million little drops of night Sparkling through the stops and lights to view Whatever it is makes us alike Some of us get a shot Some never do...