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It’s…just another day in Loon-don Ontario,
Blazed out of my mind,
It’s…just another killer tune for your stereo,
Baby, I’m on my grind.
Day, Light, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle,
Late, Night, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle.

From the eyes of Mr. Wolfe it seems,
We’ll see the best. Let it play like a movie scene,
He is depressed, thus dangerous, Nuts, no not crazy,
It’s just he’s real angry, and just as frustrated,
His luck, is never with him enough, to ever lift him,
Corrupt, is what he isn’t, he’s nothing like his image,
He’s tough because he has to be, because he needs the cash to feed,
His children, so necessity is really why he’s grinding,
But in the early days, his reasoning was different,
The influence of gangsta’ rap, had got him wanting diamonds,
And so he hustled, yup, yup he hustled,
Got switched up and went from using brains to muscles,
Still, he never lost his edge, nope, never lost his head,
No-one ever had his back, so he’d watch his own instead,
The fast-life, so fast in fact that past his life he sped,
Singing “I hustle” while he’s tracking down his bread.

(Hook)

Hustle he does, he states the facts,
Everyday, on the block where he’s stationed at,
Whether rain, sleet, snow, tornado or hail,
He posts up in the trap house, waiting on jail,
Schizophrenic, a paranoid hypochondriac,
Man’s scared to die of a wound he hasn’t gotten yet,
He doesn’t sleep much, nope, nor does he talk a lot,
He’s going through a transformation, like an Auto-bot,
Maybe Decepticon, raps, but he gets slept upon,
Acts like he deflects it, but actually connects it,
With the fact that he’s black, so these assholes expect it,
Let the mattress reflect that they have napped on the bredren,
So he’s snapping, all he can say is “I’m a hustla”,
Both hands bustin, gats yelling out “WHASSUP?”
Strays hitting people, people hitting the ground,
They went from hating on, to hearing his sound. (Shots)

It’s…just another day in Loon-don Ontario,
Blazed out of my mind,
It’s…just another killer tune for your stereo,
Baby, I’m on my grind.
Day, Light, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle,
Late, Night, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle.

credits

from Sonic Therapy: The Frustrations of Joshua Wolfe, released January 10, 2010
Written By: N. Latella
Performed By: N. Latella
Instrumental By: A. Tanton (Madhattr)

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A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected. ... more

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