the sleeping hustler

courtesy mob's crib

The kungfu hustles
A bet a sweet surrender
He takes it easy
Down the corridors

He makes the people crazy
He never wants to admit his mistakes
He puts on his sleeping eyes
And he dances his kungfu moves

In public glare
He speaks with volume
Yet when he moves
He doesn’t know his directions

Everybody says
He is sleeping on his job
He doesn’t care
Even Dr M gets fed up with him

He dances on his crony’s back
He captures loyalty
The wealth of the gravy train
Stopping at the 5 corridors

And the people ask where Jean is
He hardly answers; he wants to kick his kungfu hustles
On the empty dark hollow
He thinks he is great…..

Every body says
He should quit when he is in his game
But he gets glue to his seat
Jet setting to the Land of Oz
He can’t let go
He doesn’t want to break away
When he has tasted it
So he stubbornly pilots his way
He doesn’t care what others say
He needs to be ass kicked
Then only he realizes
Until then he jumps his kungfu hustles
Without a care what others say