Living dead, roaming bodies,
Souls wandering- seeking peace;
E Choke! Peace is not out there.
Tell me the Joy in painful hustling?
Bear the pain- all you expect is something;
Efforts to bring tomorrow a smile,
Most of all centered on legal tender;
Forget not I say this:
Alert come, desire unsatisfied, hustling increase.
               Living lifeless bodies, I hear you,
Saying, repeating, saying and again repeat:
'One day I will make it',
Pity upon faces looking whence the sky;
'if only they knew' they cried,
That life toil is a toil to the toiler;
For desire lead to toiling,
Camouflage by different edifice;
Agree and disagree, the pen already the blood shed.
Desire birth and fuel hustling,
Desire the Porsche- hustle you must.
But hustle upon hustle no gain saying,
All is hustling.
But I can tell the pain you feel from toiling,
Every single daily pay solving nothing;
It's frustrating I know.
Faces looking from the sky repeat saying,
'if only they knew',
The only factor missing,
If only they knew hustling without Christ is toiling,
If only they knew Jesus gives results,
With no toiling as a prerequisite;
But because they know not,
They all are living dead smiling faces.