I know that I really ****** up this time.
I can’t say a word about this at all.
In the end, I’m all that’s left on my side.
Only I pick myself up when I fall.
Don’t trust anyone, just keep up the hustle.
I’ll find a way to pull out from my grave.
Crank it out, don’t wait out, fire the pistol.
I don’t care bout how hard it is, be brave.
Marbled glass, hard to see through, but crystal clear.
No more vulnerability, no more time.
Even though I know I’m down to get ****** and crash,
Don’t stop till I drop.
I NEED MIRACLES
TO DILUTE MY STRUGGLES
WITH AN OVERWHELMING LIST OF IMPOSSIBLES
WAITING TO BE ENUMERATED AS PROBABLES
LEARNING TO BE PHYSICALLY STRONGER
PRACTICING TO BE MENTALLY TOUGHER
NOW HUSTLING IS MY ONLY INCANTATION
AS SUCCESS IS MY ADDICTION
AFTER REPEATED STRUGGLES AND HUSTLES AND REPEATED FAILURES.STILL IM ALIVE,UP STRAIGHT FOR THIS CHALLENGE.I M CRAVING FOR SUCCESS.AND I KNOW I WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT WITH DIVINE'S HELP
no time to blink or yawn
hustling hard dusk till dawn
but failing under the sun' light
being a loser in other's sight
giving excuses,trying to hide
very much tempted to step aside
'but every time,my affirmations fuel
my desires for its next duel'
failed in exams.was totally down,after a long time of hard work,there wasnt satisfactory results.still i will work
Not too much, but very little
There are very few things going on with me in them,
That keeps me moving,
The very few things.
BIG enough to define me,
Small enough to make you wonder,
If I don't drink, what will I do,
You cannot take away drink from me,
Don't try to,
It's like taking away life from me,
What is life, if not well lived,
It's just only a waste of years,
Well they say life is too short,
So the waste will probably not be too much.
Struggle drink wine hustle writer living life
will you protect our
will you tell mom the
truth about us?
would you die for
me when they shoot at
last time nine
bullets hit me as i hustled
youtube: "ghost ship soundtrack 02 santos dies" (gotz to stay alive tizzop)
In a ocean with no water
Just had a dream I was shopping in LA for clothes & I met a rapper who said this while he was rapping a song for me outside the store he was selling his own clothes wanting $500 for a watch that came with a pair of boxers.
On the wrong
part of the world
To others he’s above
Prime amidst the odds
Diamond in the ruff
A young god
Who knows not
What is right and what is wrong
Opposite wise; probably curse
By the gods
To others he’s just a dude
From the hood
Who walk around with fade blue hat
On stitch rag and sewed bag
Striving; even with his bruised heart
Trying to rebuild his confused path
He’s a dawg
Who dresses poor
Whose sense is bore
Whose thought needs cure
A piece of junk
Lilly-knight of the lost
To others he’s tore
Been through a lot
Take a trip to his world
Through his sea and shore
You wont make it back bros
To some he’s dumb
Senserable to hurt
But for real; he’s just a boy
Who doesn’t need to be judge
For what he is or not
Can’t you see his strug'
He’s just a boy from the slum
Trying to make it to the top
When it gets too much and I feel like giving up, I remember why I started in the first place
Remember how I crossed boundaries for this
I used to skip class and catch rides with strangers for this
Broke mama's heart and papa's trust on the way
Broke a couple church rules,I became a mess everyday
Did it Just so I could fill the empty void in my heart
Did it just so I can start counting checks not test marks