The stretch of busy sidewalks he has bullied himself into infamously owning or stomping are just as disasitisfying to a"rurals" taste.
He doesn't know what the notariety of it nor if its' pizazz would last any longer than necessary just to acclaim by it without waste.
Selling of narcotics HE has without haste
Calling on loose women to help him out of financial failures he does.
He is a hustlers' hustler. A shooters buzz.
On an enemy he remains he is simply one call away and by a push of a button later every body involved gets a little defamed..
That's all he has.
It's his talent and his hard work.
He puts in those long nights lonely and exposed for his family to be more than impoverished ghetto folk. Though from the very projects that men like this are ashamed of being from he has added shine and a glimmer of hope. And noteworthy love for the streets.
AND he as a man of noone but doer for all he is without the trophies and glittering shields yet selfishly and dogly with strict obedience to Street Code and Discipline And Respect He has now in His pocket a possession worthy of that acclaim.
He owns the key to the streets.
He has owned and earned his name.
A hustlers Hustle.
