4th Avenue Jones – Rush

What I buss is for the ghetto

What I buss is third world

What I buss is bald head or locked

It ain?t that Jerry Curl

I don?t buss for pimp juice

I don?t buss that watered down

I don?t buss that Sambo my grand folks wore a crown

What I buss is revolution

What I buss is full of life

What I buss is for my people, me, my baby, and my wife

I don?t be with fakes or lames

I won?t leave my faith for fame

I don?t need no Jacob chain

You gon? see me change the game

Rush

Hurry

Run by those

People as they lay

On side walks

Look at them with disdain

And when their voices call

You just ignore them all

A thousand times a day

(Chorus:)

You get paid, people slave, then you take more

A thousand times a day

So afraid of the grave, that you make war

A thousand times a day

You?re enraged, full of hate, murder rates soar

A thousand times a day

I know you scared of us

Wanna stay ahead of us

I know you scared of us

Rush

Rush

Hurry

Join the side show

Circus the charade

Behind those

Animals encaged

And when your name is called

Dance for us all

A thousand times a day

(Chorus)

You rush to get to the top

So you clawing away

You rush to get to that job you hate more every day

You rush to pick up your order

Rush to eat but you tired

Rush to get you a quarter

Fore? your meter expire

You rush to give him them drawz

Cause? he rushed you to hit it

You did it

Now y?all fussing while you rush to the clinic

Come on rush

Hurry up no time to play

Rushing is on your mind but hey

Don?t worry yourself grind away

Rush one thousand times a day