Hustling ain't easy

*[Verse 1]*
I wake up in the cold light, another day on these rough streets,
Dreams heavy on my mind, burdened by the price of defeat.
Saw my boys fall victim to the game—six feet under, locked in cells,
Tempted by a crooked path, quick cash, but a soul that never sells.
I’ve seen the flash of neon lies, promises of easy escape,
But every hustle leaves a scar, every risk I take reshapes
The man I used to be—a heart bruised by the weight of choices made,
I’m walking on a thin line, knowing one misstep could lead me astray.
*[Chorus – Jamaican Patwa]*
Mi a tell yuh, hustlin' nah easy,
Nuh badda step inna di dark, keep yuh spirit breezy.
Rise up, mi bredda, nuh let di wicked ways control,
Stay true, hold yuh heart, light up di path to yuh soul.
*[Verse 2]*
Night falls and the sirens sing, echoes of a life gone astray,
Memories of homies lost to crime, their voices whisperin’ “stay away.”
I’ve danced with demons in the alley, felt the pull of that quick fix,
But each deal left a bitter taste—more chains, scars that never mix.
I sat on park benches countin’ dreams, where hope was scarce and faint,
Watchin’ younger minds fall prey to schemes that taint.
It’s a battle with the mirror, confrontin’ who I’m meant to be,
I want a future free of regret, where life ain’t paid in misery.
*[Chorus – Jamaican Patwa]*
Mi a tell yuh, hustlin' nah easy,
Nuh badda step inna di dark, keep yuh spirit breezy.
Rise up, mi bredda, nuh let di wicked ways control,
Stay true, hold yuh heart, light up di path to yuh soul.
*[Verse 3]*
Now I stand at a crossroad, with scars that speak of all my pain,
But in the depths of every struggle, a lesson rises once again.
I choose to honor those I lost, to break the cycle of despair,
To build a life of dignity, where hope and truth repair.
No more whispers of a scammer’s ease, no more shortcuts paved in sin,
I’m reclaiming every breath I’ve got, letting a new light in.
The hardest roads lead to the highest peaks—my future’s in my hands,
I’m hustlin’ for a better day, with strength to take a stand.
*[Chorus – Jamaican Patwa]*
Mi a tell yuh, hustlin' nah easy,
Nuh badda step inna di dark, keep yuh spirit breezy.
Rise up, mi bredda, nuh let di wicked ways control,
Stay true, hold yuh heart, light up di path to yuh soul.
*[Outro]*
I ain’t sold my life for fleeting gold,
I’m writing my story, bold and untold.
From sorrow to hope, I rise above—
Hustlin’ ain’t easy, but I choose love.