Grindstone - Street Push

Seduction, dysfunction, eternal number crunchin'
We gifted...
Criminal equipment, upliftment
Masochistic, fantastic cryptic
Catchin shipments
Old hustles gets played and
The power gets shifted
Use ya noggen
Quit bothering
Me if you're just pondering
I only endorse action
And sort out bullshit quick
I'm blackin' & blankin'
Thrivin' rather than tankin'
Lather up in oxygen & blend into the background
Off into the night air
I inhale deeply
Dressed neatly weaving webs with words
To purchase cheaply
I dip discreetly
Don't understand the Instagram
Cash flashers...
They're prolly the Federells...

Don't let the streets push ya
Don't let the streets push ya
Don't let the streets push ya

Think about it...
Tryin to hang you & your bitch to a crucifix with nails...
In comparison to peace of mind
All else pales...
And these paper receipts of mine don't show all sales...
But some of all done sold yo souls
I've materialized ideas that turned to goals
Finish-lined products that turned to gold
Been inside the circles that broke the mold
ENERGIZED workers whose hot hands turned cold
That's the function of a leader doe
The street's a police feeder
The bitter bait of the rat trap seems sweeter
Ya girl's a beefeater
The grass always seems greener
Her ass is phat, but it's hazmat
Blee dat!
And lead us not into a sleazy spot
Where temptation is RIFE
Last year I lost my patience
And dude 'bout lost his life...
Had to remind myself

Don't let the streets push ya
Don't let the streets push ya
Don't let the streets push ya
Don't let the streets push ya

Stray off the street for a minute...
Be a boss...
85% of the onlookers are lost
Look into your own eyes...
Try it
Sit still. Quiet
It's a trip...
Admission is free
I can see you're changing slowly
But don't listen to me...
When you talk I barely listen...
But when you make waves we pay attention

Written by:
Darel Dawson

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