This kat was fresh in the game. He had no strings attached, but how long would that last. The streets at the time were a dangerous place to be, and if your head was not on a swivel, well then your fate may be met. It happens in this life. Money is only part of the scheme. The rest is an unknown factor to some. Do you lay down and quit? No you push the door open, kick it in, or do whatever you have to do to keep moving forward.

“Cantsmokearock!”

Someone yells from down the way. The young thug barely blinked as he took a slow breath and proceeded to the next location. On the low, and out of sight. Not by choice but just for a moment the hustle had stopped. Then again the hustle always moves on. That one entity cannot hustle anymore, but then the hustle will wait for the next to come, and the next will always come. Bending corners and hitting blocks is how it all comes back. Another will rise and hustle again, because you can never take the hustle out of a situation where it is locked in their DNA. The gangster continues to make short moves around the city. There was a cloud over the world as flames in the cities flared from the ongoing violence. The young thug makes his way through a dark alley to fade from site just for a sec to think about what his next move may be. Where would he go was his thought? Which way was the right direction? One of the most toughest decision in the game, this life, this hustle here. The young thug starts out moving small packs. Nothing big, just the nickel bag or half ounce at a time. Small time in the eyes of a big baller, but you have to start somewhere. He starts hitting the little stores, and posting up in the alleys next to kick it spots. The hustle would flow, you would just have to be on it. Days would pass, and the young thug continues on his journey. Who could you trust in the land, where you didn’t know where to turn. Is there such a place to rest his head? The streets never answered, and yet, the hustle continues