Erykah Badu, dead prez - The Grind lyrics
[Erykah Badu, dead prez - The Grind lyrics]
Steady On the Grind
Every day is a struggle
How to hustle some doe
If you was raised in the hood
Well then you already know
It be days that be good
But mostly money be slow
Have you ever been hungry before?
Steady on the grind Stead on the grind
‘Cause, I got to make it happen
My family depending on me
Steady on the grind Steady on the grind
‘Cause, I got to make it happen
‘ain't nobody gone do it for me
Ha ooh wa ooh ha ooh wa ooh
Ha ooh wa ooh ha ooh wa ooh
Steady on the grind daily on the grind
Money on my mind
So heavy on my mind So heavy on my mind
Well, I'm a freedom fighter it's killa
Keep it Marcus Garvey, People Army guerrilla
Economic development down for manual labor
Revolutionary hustler, fund raiser
Catch me doing outreach
See me running the streets
Politically educated but never graduated
Call me Doc like Mutulu Shakur
Fight for the poor
Have you ever been hungry before? Nigga
Fa sure mommy got a job making 'bout
Six somethin' an hour
She became the breadwinner when
Daddy was unemployed
Working forty-plus hours and kissing ass
Seeming like the only honest way
She can get some cash she struggglin'
She don't know I be hustlin'
Pulling my own weight
I be hearing them fuss and
Fightin' at night mad late over economics
It's logic meaning they don't got it
Living in the projects
Money's the only object
She makes $280 a week, standing on her feet
The ends ain't even meetin'
The family ain't eatin'
And the taxes is ten percent
The rest is for the rent
Then crime is what you get
And niggas is innocent
See, it really ain't about if
You eatin' or not eatin'
It's freedom or not freedom
Breathin' or not breathin'
'Nother day, 'nother way
'nother dollar spent
Gotta make a revolution out of fifteen cent
Every day is a struggle
How to hustle some doe
If you was raised in the hood
Well then you already know
It be days that be good
But mostly money be slow
Have you ever been hungry before?
Steady on the grind Stead on the grind
‘Cause, I got to make it happen
My family depending on me
Steady on the grind Steady on the grind
‘Cause, I got to make it happen
‘ain't nobody gone do it for me
Ha ooh wa ooh ha ooh wa ooh
Ha ooh wa ooh ha ooh wa ooh
Steady on the grind daily on the grind
Money on my mind
So heavy on my mind So heavy on my mind
Well, I'm a freedom fighter it's killa
Keep it Marcus Garvey, People Army guerrilla
Economic development down for manual labor
Revolutionary hustler, fund raiser
Catch me doing outreach
See me running the streets
Politically educated but never graduated
Call me Doc like Mutulu Shakur
Fight for the poor
Have you ever been hungry before? Nigga
Fa sure mommy got a job making 'bout
Six somethin' an hour
She became the breadwinner when
Daddy was unemployed
Working forty-plus hours and kissing ass
Seeming like the only honest way
She can get some cash she struggglin'
She don't know I be hustlin'
Pulling my own weight
I be hearing them fuss and
Fightin' at night mad late over economics
It's logic meaning they don't got it
Living in the projects
Money's the only object
She makes $280 a week, standing on her feet
The ends ain't even meetin'
The family ain't eatin'
And the taxes is ten percent
The rest is for the rent
Then crime is what you get
And niggas is innocent
See, it really ain't about if
You eatin' or not eatin'
It's freedom or not freedom
Breathin' or not breathin'
'Nother day, 'nother way
'nother dollar spent
Gotta make a revolution out of fifteen cent