You say you're a hustler And you got it made And you made your bed But you refuse to lie in it Street's the education I say look up all the ways Your nation made you a slave You threw away the tie-dyes And picked up a gun But it's one and the same It's one and the same You're playing politician Minus the wife As the in-crowd polishes Their gold incisors And it's not the same You're one and the same