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Sencillo / Pista
In the south side of the city
He's on the grind (He's on the grind)
Working from nine till nine
Making prints in the picture shop
He tells me how his father died just a week before
A few miles north of Lagos
How his father was the Oye (Oye)
And he's the eldest son so one day (Oye)
He's got to go back and claim his rightful crown
But in the meantime
We hustle to live
We hustle to live
I hustle to live
Hustle to live
This is for the man in the long white robe with the holy Qur'an
All day in his little box between the barber and the chicken shop
He sells watchbands and batteries, phone cards and accessories
I pass and see him praying on his hands and knees
He says all he wants is to make some, not a lot, just enough
So he can go back home and build a big house
Live like a king
We hustle to live
We hustle to live
I hustle to live
Hustle to live
This is for my sister working in the nursery
Working her body to the bone
But then she has to suffer the love when she gets home
She's saving her money, she's working on a dream
She has her heart in the islands and she can already feel the breeze
One day, she's gonna go back
She's gonna build a house by the sea
Grow old in the sunshine
(Grow old like a tree)
But in the meantime
We hustle to live
We hustle to live
I hustle to live (In the meantime)
Hustle to live
Hustle to live