Thoughts of Hustla (Written by: Jimmy N. Alvarez)

The life we fall into, when we come from nothing.The easiest job to get that, don’t require a high school diploma or college degree.Just like any other business you start from the bottom and work your way up.The road ahead gets hard, with great rewards and life consequences. All of that is up to you. How mentally weak or strong are you to push forward and sacrifice everything. The deeper you get the higher the rewards and harsher punishment. The stress gets higher knowing, that every day can be your last. The moments you seize are priceless, but tomorrow is now and never promised. Everyone is your friend till the day you’re no longer here. Everyone is your friend as long as you have money and you’re winning. They love you dearly for the convenience you provide in their life. They don’t care how much you spend, because in their eyes the money is eternal and never endless. The life I live is what is what the dreamers want. They don’t know the life I live has forced me to isolate myself, and live with my eye over my shoulder.  That ain’t living. It’s a price you pay. They love the pros but can’t imagine the cons. My life as a hustla has forced me to see the world differently. People treat me as if I was god, and the women treat me as a valuable commodity. They love the lifestyle they see, but not the pain that comes with it. They don’t know the indescribable feeling that your life can be over any minute. The haters come in disguise in every shape or form.  Enemies come in disguise as god with a sweet genuine smile and a soft touch. The stress got me sleeping with my gun beneath my dreams. My gun is my gate keeper to my sanity; I hope to wake in time if they come for me. They don’t see my stress, they just see my glory. I’m just hoping to see another day, they just hoping to see where we going tonight. Which are only a few moments of my life. My longevity is questionable so I live like an outlaw hoping god will save me.  Will the lord come for me? but I still have hopes, but that day will never come, I knew it when  I sold my soul to the devil. The price for my sins hasn’t been rewarded yet. There’s no heaven for a devils child even though god claims he forgives every one, my forgiveness will never come. Just a price to pay with my life in a cage or my life that will no longer exist once my body is gone. The next hustla comes forth and he suffers the same fate. Walking blind in the moments till tomorrow comes. He suffers the same fate as me, never learned from my mistakes, but praised my celebration. He got lost in the lifestyle and couldn’t handle the pain. He talks to the suits to get a life back that’s gone and reputation that’s tarnished. He can’t handle the years to come. No one has told him that the concrete steel has no sympathy for the weak. He loved my life but forgot what comes with the storm. More and more will come, more and more will die. The cycle never ends for those who choose this path. A hustler’s life on the ropes is a barely balanced life. The pigs, lions and snakes are in a race to get me, but which one will touch me first. I will never know. The life of hustler is sold by the devil himself, but I never knew it till day I was forever gone.