In the heart of the hussle, where the streets breathe, Lies a melody of struggle, a symphony of need. Born into the chaos, the world's relentless whirl, We navigate the storm, each ghetto boy and girl. From the concrete jungle, where dreams are born, Growing up in the hood, where hope is torn. One second at a time, in a rush to shine. Facing so many adversities, under these smoggy skies. Single parents juggle, with hands worn and scarred, And with children to raise, you gotta go hard. Bills miles high, like the Hollywood sign, Back against the wall, it's a race against time. Hussle music plays, to the rhythm of the street, Navigating through the city, I can feel its heartbeat. Through the trials we face, we refuse to fall, Every day is a struggle, but I was born to ball. So let this melody guide you, from the dark to light. Chasing dreams, life is a never-ending fight. From the hussle and grind, I claim our crown, Determined to shine, never turn down. -Hussle Music-