Hustle Anthem

Empty fridge hums, cold choir in the kitchen

Pocket lint thick, dreams thin, what’s missin’?

Bills stack taller than my ambition

Sweat drips, clock ticks, no intermission

Counting coins like blessings in the wishing well

Turn the grind into gospel, got a story to tell

Shoes worn, soles torn, pavement my rival

But I’m writing my survival on this spiral

Money low, but the drive stay high

Stacking bricks from the tears I cry

Work harder, no wings, still I fly

Hustle don’t sleep, that’s my alibi

Alarm screams early, caffeine my confessor

Life's a heavyweight champ, but I’m the aggressor

Lunch break? Nah, just breakin’ the mold

Turn my struggle into diamonds, pressure turned bold

Every setback's a setup, that’s the mantra

Turning ramen into feasts, street into opera

No fairy tales here, just grit in the story

And the grind ain't pretty, but it’ll get me to glory

Money low, but the drive stay high

Stacking bricks from the tears I cry

Work harder, no wings, still I fly

Hustle don’t sleep, that’s my alibi