I was looking all over this whole wide world trying to find me some happiness.

Everywhere I took a look, the world was a terrible mess.

I wonder sadly what didn't make my way.

All I found was violence, prejudice, and reason.

I got a hustle to survive, to get going, anything, stay alive.

Y'all know what I'm talking about, man.

Well, first I cried the preacher's mouth.

Stay away from Santa.

All I found was a golfing bus to leave my troubles in.

It's not by the hustle game.

Could not move a thing.

After that, I was on medley, but I found that heart to swing.

I got a hustle to survive.

I get going.

Anything still alive?

All right.

I gotta hustle to survive.

Get going.

Yeah.

Gotta get something going, man.

This is getting really rough.

I gotta hustle to survive.

Yeah, yeah, I got a hustle to survive.

I keep going now.

I can't be alone.

I can't wait no longer.

Got to keep moving.

Book, just help me.

Hey, everybody.

I got a hustle to survive.

Yeah, I got to work every day and keep on going.

I got a soul to survive.

I get going and stay, stay alive.

I win, man!