this is just basic economics

Now, lyrically, my game is nice.
I can steal a rhyme without your mindin’ and sell it back to you for half price.
I might even do it twice.

Cause see, I spit [TK1] paragraphs that’ll penetrate your pituitary gland
And make your mind expand, make you understand
There’s a [TK2] so hot between slinging rock and trading stock.

See, this is basic economics. Buy low, sell high.
Your price determines whether demand meets supply.
See, most of us don’t want to even admit it or even hear it,   
But see, being a drug dealer is the epitome of the entrepreneurial spirit.

See, capitalism breeds capitalists, so if there’s demand for a product,
you best believe somebody gonna supply it. See they’ve got the right mind,
the wrong grind. Cause see really even [TK3] sells drugs of all kinds
we don’t have to worry about packing knives or tapping their phone lines
because they’ve got politics and public opinion on their side.

The only way to survive in this society is to have a hustler mentality.
See as long as you’re working for your money, your money’s not working
for you, you’ll forever be a slave. Bill Gates did not stack all that cake just
sitting around waiting for a promotion to raise it. Now, he got the whole game
on lock and gate worrying about prison time.

So if you can slip a 16th into an ounce, and an ounce into a key,
there seem to be no reason to me you can’t exert that same amount
of energy into learning the hustle of the Dow Jones industrial.
So, you need to be fucking with that NASDAQ
and leave that crack alone.

Or you could just invest in a duplex home and rent it to two
different tenants and you could rent money to pay off the loan
in half the time. Or you could continue to grind and hustle them
drugs in the street, but peep, it ain’t about what you got, it’s about
what you can keep. You see, when that task force sweep, best believe
they’re taking the cars, the rims, the beats, the cash, the crib,
and the platinum [TK4] piece.

And I’m getting cents to ten piece to get release and try to look for peace,
but you can’t get you a piece cause that felony on your record has got you
marked as a beast. You’ve got to go back to the streets so you can get cop
you a piece so you can take you a piece. That’s why the streets don’t see peace.

See that’s just one of the many vicious cycles that compromise the struggle.
Understand we can’t all do it like Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable, so don’t stop
hustling, just change your hustle.

See America is designed for the get rich. There’s a million and one ways
for you to get paid off of this bitch. And most of them’s legit. Just find
a market you want to target, produce a service and/or product and
your revenue minus your expenses is going to equal your profit.

See, it’s just basic economics. As long as you have the haves,
you’ll always have the have nots, so it’s up to you to decide
whether or not you’re happy with what you got.

And if not, you’ve got to concoct a plot that’s gonna raise
the stock you’ll be willing to hustle and grind from sunrise
to sun-drop, cause believe me, ejaculation is the only thing that comes easy.
Too many cats who’ll play the lottery think the stock market is too risky.

Now, I know I spit this poem with a whole lot of Ebonics, but it don’t matter
who say it or how it’s been said, it’s still just basic economics.

[“Basic Economics,” by Tommy Bottoms]

end of journey- finally!