Hustle Code

Stepped out the crib, world cold as a glacier's grin,

Pocket full of dreams, heart heavy, let the grind begin.

Bills stacked higher than a skyscraper's sin,

Lottery of life—nah, I came to win.

Hustle in my veins, sweat dripping like raindrops,

No shortcuts, I’m climbing straight to the rooftops.

Every brick I lay’s a chapter in the struggle logs,

Bruised hands, torn soles, but I’m dodging the fog.

Nine-to-five grind, boss barking, but I'm unmoved,

Plotting on the clock, mindset finely-tuned.

While they snooze, I strategize, I’m moonlit improved,

Blueprints for greatness under lampposts exhumed.

System got the leash tight, collar round the throat,

But I’m turning chains to charms, watch me gloat.

From the cuffs to the crown, my name they’ll quote,

Wasn't born to bank, but I’ll flip that note.

Fist full of pennies, the pavement my audition stage,

Script in my mind, next act breaking the cage.

Bars hotter than the corner’s midday rage,

Flame-smoked dreams burning off minimum wage.

Hustle in my veins, sweat dripping like raindrops,

No shortcuts, I’m climbing straight to the rooftops.

Every brick I lay’s a chapter in the struggle logs,

Bruised hands, torn soles, but I’m dodging the fog.