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Erykah Badu

The Grind

 

The Grind

(album: Worldwide Underground - 2003)


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

[M-1:]
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 something 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 struggling, she don't know I be hustling pulling my own weight
I be hearing them fuss and fighting 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 meeting, the family ain't eating
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 eating or not eating
It's freedom or not freedom, breathing or not breathing
'Nother day, 'nother way, 'nother dollar spent
Gotta make a revolution out of fifteen cent

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