Every day you wake up, feasting on the talents that overflow your cup
You got it from the cradle, from the mobile to the turning table
The system can’t seduce you, making music is what you do,
Every minute in the studio
Bread can not stay bare, you need to put yourself out there
Find the milk to make the butter, built a castle from the gutter
Too much fish swim in the sea, how on earth will they see:
You are a goddamn’ prodigy
You go out, you play the game, contact all to make a name
Try your hardest, all in vain, without connection there’s no gain
They want to sign you, suck you up,
Take your art, spike your cup
Welcome to the business:
dagger in the back, poison on the lips
Radios spin your work in thousandfold
but all that glitters
ain’t really
No Gold
MotherHustler