You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
The Notorious B.I.G.Read
Every true hustler knows that you cannot hustle forever. You will go to jail eventually.
Interpretation
One's lifestyle driven by hustle and crime has inevitable consequences.
This quote by The Notorious B.I.G. highlights the reality that a life of hustling, particularly in illegal activities, cannot be sustained indefinitely without facing serious repercussions, such as imprisonment. It serves as a cautionary reminder that the choices one makes, especially those that are morally dubious, will ultimately lead to dire consequences, urging individuals to consider the long-term effects of their actions.
In practice
In a motivational speech addressing youth about the dangers of gang life, one could say, 'Remember, every true hustler knows that you cannot hustle forever.'
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
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If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart.
I can't even see me wasting my time or my talent to disrespect another black man.
I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.
While Eeyore frets ... ... and Piglet hesitates ... and Rabbit calculates ... and Owl pontificates ...Pooh just is.
The only happy author in this world is he who is below the care of reputation.
If they would teach us from the time we're little to meditate and get in touch with all that our souls know, we wouldn't fight so much.
I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.
These old knights are more cunning than you think, or they would never have lived to see their first grey hair.
All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.
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