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Final Breath Hustle

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[male

vocals] (

Whispered)

Yeah…

Check

the

clock

on

the

wall,

it

don't

stop.

From

the

cradle

to

the

grave,

one

road.

Listen.

We

wake

up

in

the

morning,

chasing

paper

and

the

shine

Thinking

we

got

forever,

running

laps

inside

the

time

But

the

shadow

in

the

corner,

yeah,

it’

s

waiting

for

the

cue

Every

dollar

that

you

stack,

it

can’

t

comfort

you

in

blue

See

the

hustlers

in

the

street,

they

be

sweating

for

the

gold

But

the

reaper

keeps

the

tally

of

the

stories

that

get

told

Life

is

just

a

vapor,

floating

steady

in

the

breeze

One

day

you

standing

tall,

next

day

you

on

your

knees.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

I

seen

the

brothers

fall,

man,

I

seen

the

best

of

men

Caught

up

in

the

vanity,

never

knowing

when

or

when

It’

s

finished,

it’

s

over,

the

lights

go

to

black

There’

s

no

turning

round,

man,

there’

s

no

way

to

look

back

You

built

a

kingdom

high,

but

the

foundation

is

dust

In

the

end

it’

s

only

spirit,

leave

the

riches

and

the

lust

So

why

we

fighting

hard,

for

the

pride

and

for

the

fame?

When

the

final

page

is

turned,

they

just

whisper

out

your

name.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

Can

you

feel

the

weight? (

It’

s

coming)

Can

you

see

the

end? (

No

running)

All

the

hustle,

all

the

bubble,

all

the

vanity

we

sow

Is

just

a

memory

we

leave,

everywhere

that

we

go.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door. (

Whispered)

Yeah…

Check

the

clock

on

the

wall,

it

don't

stop.

From

the

cradle

to

the

grave,

one

road.

Listen.

We

wake

up

in

the

morning,

chasing

paper

and

the

shine

Thinking

we

got

forever,

running

laps

inside

the

time

But

the

shadow

in

the

corner,

yeah,

it’

s

waiting

for

the

cue

Every

dollar

that

you

stack,

it

can’

t

comfort

you

in

blue

See

the

hustlers

in

the

street,

they

be

sweating

for

the

gold

But

the

reaper

keeps

the

tally

of

the

stories

that

get

told

Life

is

just

a

vapor,

floating

steady

in

the

breeze

One

day

you

standing

tall,

next

day

you

on

your

knees.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

I

seen

the

brothers

fall,

man,

I

seen

the

best

of

men

Caught

up

in

the

vanity,

never

knowing

when

or

when

It’

s

finished,

it’

s

over,

the

lights

go

to

black

There’

s

no

turning

round,

man,

there’

s

no

way

to

look

back

You

built

a

kingdom

high,

but

the

foundation

is

dust

In

the

end

it’

s

only

spirit,

leave

the

riches

and

the

lust

So

why

we

fighting

hard,

for

the

pride

and

for

the

fame?

When

the

final

page

is

turned,

they

just

whisper

out

your

name.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

Can

you

feel

the

weight? (

It’

s

coming)

Can

you

see

the

end? (

No

running)

All

the

hustle,

all

the

bubble,

all

the

vanity

we

sow

Is

just

a

memory

we

leave,

everywhere

that

we

go.

So

tell

me

what

you’

re

living

for,

when

the

breath

is

leaving

slow?

Is

it

love

inside

your

heart?

Is

it

seeds

you

didn’

t

sow?

Make

it

count

while

you’

re

here,

put

the

hatred

on

the

shelf

'Cause

the

only

thing

you

take

is

the

wisdom

of

yourself

Death

is

certain,

it’

s

the

truth,

it’

s

the

law

of

the

land

So

hold

a

brother

close,

man,

and

take

a

sister’

s

hand.

Oh,

the

bubble

gonna

pop,

when

the

curtain

finally

falls

Death

is

standing

silent

right

behind

the

city

walls

We

hustle

through

the

storm,

chasing

lights

under

the

sun

But

the

clock

is

ticking

down,

for

the

battle

to

be

won

Yeah,

the

reaper

coming

home,

for

the

rich

and

for

the

poor

Knocking

on

the

wood,

knocking

steady

at

the

door.

Yeah,

it’

s

certain.

Don’

t

forget

to

live

while

you’

re

here.

One

breath,

one

road.

Rest

easy.

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