If there's any lesson to take from our nation's history, it's the art of finesse.
"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union"
Have the right to finesse....
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes,
Ace Hood said it best, my HUSTLE matters too.
But there's a day where street corners become voting booths.
Alarm riddled suburban homes susceptible to harsh truths.
There's not a place you can hide, from patriotic pride,
Because the HUSTLE flows whether you live or die.
A vote used to be exclusive,
Privileged rights to the elusive,
When bones of darker souls were cracked and protrusive...
But that never stopped that Tuesday HUSTLE from being inconclusive.
Promotion is in full swing,
The last words are in effect.
Kids would stay up past their bedtimes
To see the HUSTLE commence.
Future finessers in the making,
A warm oven pre-baking.
They see it first hand-
An epiphany, the Great Awakening...
Now we fast forward to today,
Where Twitter has a say.
We see the election unfold like a play,
And everybody has a role that moves from day to day.
Without delay, we see the HUSTLE at any moment's notice.
The candidates are brought into full focus.
On November 8th, the points will find a locus.
That Tuesday, pick and choose or you will truly lose,
The Election Day HUSTLE will pass and it will finesse you.