Cold nights, the world’s a crypt,
Heartbeats race, I’m locked in a grip,
Echoes in my mind, got me hustling hard,
Every snare hit, feel the beat, it’s like a shard.
Voices whisper low, in the city’s glow,
Frost on my spine, still I run, never slow,
Dodging through the shadows, can’t lose this stride,
Life’s a glitch in the code, can’t let it decide.
Chasing dreams while the clock ticks away,
Hustle like a king, turning night into day,
Digits stacking high, but the price feels steep,
In this haunted crypt, I’ll make my soul weep.
Frosty breath clouding the air,
Fighting the chill, I know it’s unfair,
Every snare a reminder of the battles I fought,
In this game of life, every lesson is taught.
Yeah, I see the truth peeking through cracks,
Glitched in the matrix, can’t be held back,
Hustle in my veins, I’m a force to behold,
Through the frost and the fog, keep my spirit bold.
Moments frozen still, in the heart of the fear,
Every risk we take, brings the victory near,
As the echoes fade, and the noise starts to drown,
I’ll rise from the frost, wearing victory’s crown.
Glitched but still thriving, despite all the pain,
In the end, it's the hustle that drives us insane,
So when the night falls, and I stare at the sky,
I’ll embrace every glitch, never asking why.
Life’s a hustle, but I’ll take it in stride,
From the crypt of my dreams, there's nowhere to hide,
So I’ll stand in the frost, letting the world see,
That every glitch in this life is a part of me.
Trap
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