Hustle

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by percyhagan

by percyhagan

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~ Hustle

Dust and water, mixed like mortar
Then the winter, froze the outer
I like no other, dig like a hustler
What I am feeling is what I am casting
A vast colossal without a pedestal
I need no diary to tell a story

Good intention mixed with desecration
Idealism mixed with criticism
When bridges have boundaries
We fill them with laundries
Thinking they are enemies

When we begin dressing,
We receive blessing
Anything biblical
Is not applicable to literal
If counted is thy hair,
Then burden thou would bear
If visions were real,
Then missions I could deal

If maturity makes a man poetic
It makes the proud pathetic
But when our hustle become a bustle,
Regardless we shall all be blameless