Hustle and Struggle;
The world may not know your pain
Chin up lil kid
The sweats on your brow won't go in vain.
Climbing the stairs of success bit by bit
Standing aloof in a crowd where I don't fit.
Sleepless night, exhaustion from the fights
Won't stop the chase
Till I become the best.
Never Back Down.
The dream is big
The tension huge
The stress high
But I have nothing to lose
Me and my goals, deeply fused
In my dream I believe
I will hustle until I see
By my very eyes happening in front of me
I do believe in talent
From the words of successful and wise
"Talent is Practice in disguise"
In any field in any combat
My dream is big
Nothing else I know
Nothing else but grind and grow
Hey family, hey friends, hey world
To no one I owe
I am done living your dreams
Fulfilling your expectations
Following your rules and regulations
Begging your acceptance and recognition
I am not your slave, no more manipulation
'coz in my dream I believe
I will hustle until I see
By my very eyes happening in front of me
as a side-note:
I have someone who is bigger than all
He is huge, wide and tall
He crush and he growl
He is everything but weak
He is me and he is 'the beast'
Lets dream big and live fully.
Still chasing a dream
on a whim of Belief
Destined for the journey
Chasing your dreams
Some people look at you and think you done been through some ****
Because they the ones who had it super easy
The ones who had to live that life
So you really don’t know all of the game
You live yo life not knowing who really there for you
Ain’t something you chose to sweat
Your pride big
so in reality you don’t like to ask anyone for ****
You want a girl but not knowing if you really wanna trust her and ****
So you sit back and relax
And just don’t sweat the ****
You try to find a smart hustle
Because your body is tired of it
But you push it just to make it
Life is what you make it, hustle for your money and hope you make it
That’s what you think when yo dose of reality has hit
So what you going to do
Stand up or lay down?
Now that you’ve been sold, what thing
will bring you back to us?
Arches of waver-lust, departuregrams
inform those on the freeway lam
and send us crashing gates and exit maps
as transit days dump rain
and what we know we’re in for gets too big.
Hurry to racing pits,
a bit of shelter huddled under heatlamps
pecked with pigeon dust & and odd late chills
that cracked the April. Plucky in
the clothing bone, we shiver, bide,
relent from marking make-up time
on coldwire sheets
and put work in our purse all wrong.
Some smarmy song New Yorks us, whinging on
where rent wars rage. Code-shifting blocks
of solace to the kept while crushing
others under debt - a glacial chill,
a respite, magnet phones left smartless,
calling on our wits
to ride those twists
through money-makers’ gauntlet.
Out of harm’s way, donning gowns
and Never’s hand-me-downs from
Stalling Leisure, Merry Ways - cinch up
and see what stays, what juice
the cosmic strain can free
when anger walls re-tighten down
to shape, or ****, without a sound.
my hands are covered
in scrapes and calluses
three week old blisters turned
gray with scabs and dirt
i paint my face on bravely
every morning and grind
the glitter into my skin
with a smile until i get home
and can let my cheeks begin
to droop and the hateful
thoughts i push down all day
begin to tumble out
i spend all day saying sorry
for things that aren’t my fault
and try to make
and i work
listen to the voices
tell me i’m not
and keep myself fighting
but i don’t know yet
what that something is
sometimes at the end of
another day when my
body melts into bed
the glitter washes off
and the fear
pins me down
so i grit my teeth
shut my eyes and sleep
then i get up
cup of coffee
copyright 8/20/18 b. e. mccomb
Oh my dear bumble bee
She said as she caressed
her soft honey colored hair.
through your flight so high.
Emerge with a special glee
Of bustling-buzzing excitement.
Let your golden stripped wings
Carry you to scope lands for enchantment.
To collect those dusty pollen
and transfigure them to honey
for you and others.
A honey comb of a heart
Resides in you my dear
So allow the honey to drip from your tongue.
And when science tries to prove
With their theories and mathematical proportions
that you can not fly high
Let them taste the sweetness
Of your hustle
and the sight of your flight.
Gangsters got few friends and more fiends.
Such is the nature of life.
It's rare for a gangster to find someone to confide in.
In the streets, no place for confidence.
Not a trace of the rare innocence.
''Innocence is nonsense, in the streets''
Alliances forged on territorial expedience.
Trust will give you a deadly experience
I survived one madly in all my existence
Only vagabonds and tyrants not saints
Make it here
You watch my back
I watch yours
Till comes time to shoot you in the back
Talk about family....
Your family is the one who takes the bullet for you.
Either dead or wounded alive trust such.
Owe nothing to none and walk without fear.
No justice from the police
Just another authorized gang of enemies
Who don't hesitate to shoot.
So we shoot before they do.
Get caught, if you lucky in prison you will rot.
If not, they will give the electric chair
Life is only fair
Only serves you what you deserve
Pull the trigger first or face the grim ripper first
Death is an invited guest
It's what we use to live
What we all shall use to leave
Live by the bullet
'Shall die by the bullet
Just staying alive today
Only to die someday
My life feeds on blood
My tears are wiped by death
My fears are calmed by death
At the end it will be my death
I won't miss the earth
But I will miss the streets
Guns and ammunition
My way of retribution
In the face of intimidation
Those who intrude can end up dead
In case you didn't know
We ain't rude just avoiding the death bed
It's an insatiable thirst for power
Will do anything to quench it.
If you shoot a man
Make sure he is dead
Or he will return
Saying he rose from the dead
Shoot him in the head
Between the eyes.
To seal his fate
Avoid the deadly surprise.
To be cont'd...
An old poem of mine. Thought I should share it here.
She dances easy and slow, you’re transfixed by her movement.
That painted faced fallen angel with the intoxicating perfume.
Will start hammers pounding in your skull
She’ll sell you the lies you want to hear
For a while you’ll be the only man she’s ever known.
You’ll fall for the name that was never hers.
She’ll take advantage of the pain while making it dissipate.
She’s not a dream, she’s not an angel or the devil.
She’s just a woman making her way in this world.
With what the world gave her.
Everyone has to make there way in this world in whatever way we can. Sometimes the people we look down on we should be looking upto