They told me success was a staircase,
But forgot to mention the blood on each step.
Every rise came with a fall,
Every win — a wound they never saw.
[Verse 1]
I was sold a dream in high-def screens,
Ads preaching riches in digital scenes.
Facebook, Insta — the gospel of gain,
But every click just deepened my pain.
They said, “Buy this course, change your fate,”
But all I bought was an empty plate.
No refunds for broken hope,
Just debt and doubt — learning to cope.
[Pre-Chorus]
So I stopped clicking, started thinking,
Cut my meals, my soul shrinking.
One plate a day, no snacks, no feast,
Just hunger chasing a dream like a beast.
[Chorus]
Blood in the blueprint, tears in the ink,
Success ain’t sweet — it’s bitter to drink.
No shortcuts, no easy ride,
Just sleepless nights and swallowed pride.
They won’t clap till you’re on the stage,
But they never read your struggle page.
Resilience — that’s the only key,
Wear your scars like royalty.
[Verse 2]
Started a hustle with pain-earned cash,
But taxes hit like a lightning flash.
The system’s rigged, the giants reign,
You either bow or break in vain.
They own the feed, the reach, the trend,
Your voice gets lost unless you bend.
You post, you pray, you pay to play,
But they decide what gets displayed.
[Bridge – Spoken Word]
They said, “Be your own boss,”
But never warned of the hidden cost.
Burnout, breakdowns, silent cries,
Success is built on sacrifice.
[Verse 3]
Three days writing, no sleep, no light,
Still clocking in at dawn despite the fight.
Boss don’t care, bills don’t wait,
Late once — labeled second-rate.
Fired for chasing dreams too hard,
No applause, just a warning card.
But I kept going, kept the flame,
Even when no one knew my name.
[Final Chorus]
Blood in the blueprint, tears in the ink,
Success ain’t sweet — it’s bitter to drink.
No shortcuts, no easy ride,
Just sleepless nights and swallowed pride.
They won’t clap till you’re on the stage,
But they never read your struggle page.
Resilience — that’s the only key,
Wear your scars like royalty.
[Outro – Spoken Word]
No easy money, no magic spell,
Every hustle’s a private hell.
But if you rise, if you endure,
Your story becomes the cure.
Resilience — wear it loud, wear it proud.
This is the cost. This is the crown.
