'No Gold' - For Sammy

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