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the hustle

Seating comfortably in this machine

Watching them sell things by the road

That's the hustle

 

Heading to the capital

That's where life thrives after Uni.

To start my hustle

 

The constant of all this is fear

I'm scared

Not of demons and witches

But the real hustle

 

School built a comfort zone

A chance for allowance from old ones

Now it's time to move out

And hustle.

 

My default life ends

Now I can be who I want to be

No scolds from parents

But from hustle

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Written by
Yao
Published
May 19, 2015
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18·87
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Just finished Uni and heading to pick a car. Whilst in transit the first transportation vehicle I took had an accident. I'm currently in the second one heading to the bus terminal. My spokenword EP drops soon. Date TBD

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#fear#life#brave#hustle#roadtrip#graduand#randommysteries
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