hustle
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Ring! Ring! -Goes my alarm as I jump out of bed,
Oh go the ache, what is with my head.
Thud. Thud. -Go my feet on the floor,
Should I wear this, or?
Splash~ Splash~ -The water on my face,
As a grown up moments pass by,
like a siren from an on coming ambulance.
For I remember what childhood was like,
Not being able to pronounce misantrophy,
or understand the principles of philosophy.
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
They all want my autograph
but they don't know how I write it
The things I read behind closed doors
made me who I am-
but how can I be what I have read if I cannot speak out loud?
I miss being a kid when life was fun
Now all I am is on the run
Trying to hustle and work to come up with that tuition money
The American Hustle
Opportunity, Lust, Possibility.
A sharp sting of poison seeping through your veins,
From the break of day to nightfall
copious passengers:
overworked mothers,
college students,
gang members,
important business men,
with facial declarations that are impossible to conceal
Every minute I sleep
I feel them escape
I got dreams to chase
Funny..I should be sleeping to see dreams
But I rather be awake
When I finally reach where I want in life the moment I could take
