Ghetto to Meadow

[Chorus: Oddisee] From the ghetto to the meadow Gotta hustle, gotta hustle Cause a thug ain't nothing special When your love go out the window It's a struggle not to hustle Til the trouble getting settled Keep your head low in a tussle Use your head though not the muscle Upper level not the shovel In the mud or out depends though If you wanted out or in though Just remember that the jungle Out for blood and it gets shed though Inner city where it's sinful Where a grudge can be the end though Nothing budging but the mental [Verse 1: Oddisee] Coming from a history of violence Filled with misery and triumph Lack of vision leads to buying And that buying leads to selling And that selling leads to clients And clients lead to telling And the telling leads to iron In a cell or to your melon Ain't no telling if you dying When you living by the weapon If they stepping then you riding I seen youngins wet up like Poseidon just for smiling That's aggression if you grew up where expression is a sign That you ain't tough enough to see your deep depression as blessing Cause if everybody stressing why you crying That's method to survive the lack of resting when you're tired Lack of breath when they put pressure on your neck and you complied All you're left with is them questions that don't ever get obliged If you speak up it's a threat and If you digress then you're compliant The divide between your effort and your net worth Decide which gone get hurt Before you pick a side place a bet first [Chorus: Oddisee] From the ghetto to the meadow Gotta hustle, gotta hustle Cause a thug ain't nothing special When your love go out the window It's a struggle not to hustle Til the trouble getting settled Keep your head low in a tussle Use your head though not the muscle Upper level not the shovel In the mud or out depends though If you wanted out or in though Just remember that the jungle Out for blood and it gets shed though Inner city where it's sinful Where a grudge can be the end though Nothing budging but the mental [Verse 2: Freeway] I made it from the ghetto to the meadow I was young and I was thieving, toting ninas in the ghetto I grew up around some heathens, tryna be Robert De Niro Toting that Tec with the air holes or the .38 special Run go and tell the law I did it To this drama, I'm committed I'll come for your niece and nephew Slide through, hit them off, and then go eat a pizza pretzel Ain't you happy that I switched this s*** to rap? It's a blessing I'm so lucky, I was on the ducky 'fore they cuff me Got a couple million in the tucky It's expensive just to book me Been popping since a rookie people can't overlook me Either jumping off the jet, or in the mansion seeking refuge Try me I'll set this b**** on fire like Lisa Lopez Then pull off on a moped and go fast My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but they know me very well Been providing all them street tales from the concrete to the cell [Chorus: Oddisee] From the ghetto to the meadow Gotta hustle, gotta hustle Cause a thug ain't nothing special When your love go out the window It's a struggle not to hustle Til the trouble getting settled Keep your head low in a tussle Use your head though not the muscle Upper level not the shovel In the mud or out depends though If you wanted out or in though Just remember that the jungle Out for blood and it gets shed though Inner city where it's sinful Where a grudge can be the end though Nothing budging but the mental From the ghetto to the meadow Gotta hustle, gotta hustle Cause a thug ain't nothing special When your love go out the window It's a struggle not to hustle Til the trouble getting settled Keep your head low in a tussle Use your head though not the muscle Upper level not the shovel In the mud or out depends though If you wanted out or in though Just remember that the jungle Out for blood and it gets shed though Inner city where it's sinful Where a grudge can be the end though Nothing budging but the mental