Working late nights, chasing dreams with a spark,
In the city of shadows, we light up the dark.
Got the rhythm in my veins, every step is a plan,
Pounding these bars, I’m the heart of the brand.
Never slow down, man, I’m here for the grind,
Every moment a lesson, every struggle a sign.
When the sun hits the horizon, that’s when I rise,
Got a fire in my chest, ambitions in my eyes.
Life’s a tightrope, balancing the hustle,
A symphony of effort, got the strength, got the muscle.
Every beat in the street, it’s a story untold,
Weaving through the chaos, watch the truth unfold.
Mind on the money, but my soul's on the art,
Navigating through the noise, letting passion depart.
With each word I deliver, I’m painting my fate,
Rappin’ through the struggles, never hesitate.
Feel the flow of the city, hear the pulse of the life,
In the midst of the struggle, I find my bright light.
Grinding through the lows, aiming high for the stars,
With every bar I spit, I’m breaking these scars.
So let ‘em talk down, man, they don’t understand,
The rhythm in my heart is the beat of the land.
I’m here for the climb, ain’t no mountain too steep,
With hustle in my soul, I’ll rise up from the deep.
It’s a story of strength, it’s a tale of the bold,
In the game for the long run, I’ll never be sold.
This journey I’m on is a testament true,
In the flow of my hustle, I’ll always break through.
So when the night falls and the shadows descend,
Remember these words as the grind does not end.
We’ll ride with the rhythm, never lose our control,
‘Cause the heart of a hustler is the essence, the soul.
Hip Hop
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