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My Hustle


My Hustle Joey Goggins My hustle is the reason I can make it It’s almost like they’re putting us out into the desert And forcing us to survive With no water; to show us THE THIRST IS REAL To be successful and make a living Not knowing the emotions we feel Some can say I remember when My dad helped me build a shed Or my mom took me to get my nails done While the rest of sit and count the number of letters we read Cause’ our dad sits in a cell Kissing us on our forehead Using his imagination See, disappointments are the reason for my determination You don’t know my struggle So you can’t feel my hustle The rest of us got it on our own Simply because we had no place to call home Causing us to have this powerful backbone Too often we worry about getting personal Is it safe? Seeing me in the halls with a smile on my face The next day crying I understand it’s natural to ask yourself what’s wrong with that girl I use to think it was me against the world Life starts from a bad memory Daddy loved drugs He was too much of a thug to show his little one love So it was always about a head nod Never about a hug High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo Dusted and disgusted tryna make it til’ tomorrow Got in trouble for my uniform just about everyday Cause I worked two jobs Sold books, and art to make change in every way To make ends meet Had no place to hide So I lived under my own two feet Working double shifts; no time to sit Looking at the clock, like aint this some **** My hustle is the reason I can walk across the stage My hustle started when I was 12 Ill never forget what happened that age I thought I didn’t belong here So I thought of everyway to escape Like locking the door for once while I took a bath Letting the water fill my nostrils Or taking a pill for every time I had to tell my little brother We will eat tonight Not knowing when we would have our next bite This cap and this gown Is the reason I can walk around without a frown Because even after all the things I’ve been through Its impossible to bring me down
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JoeyG137
My graduation speech!

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