HUSTLE

MOOD MUSIC: KENDRICK LAMAR – FEAR (INSTRUMENTAL, REPROD. BY NINETY SIX)

I don't want to stop

I don't want to give up

I don't want to keep wasting my time



I worked for this

I dreamed, I fought

I forced open my door; won my shot



I only have to wield my pen like a knife

Make my words so sharp that they cut

I only have to sit and put in the work

And amazingly I do. Not



My enemy is always with me

I can't shake her, can't throw her away

She whispers doubt and begs for time

Trades tomorrow for a moment today



She holds on tight and I stay in her arms

It's comforting and warm to obey

'Hey, It's not like you'll make it any way'

'Might as well go outside and play'



And just like that I lose my faith

Just like that my hustle dies

The door slams shut on the path I made

'I failed' sounds worse than 'I'm trying'

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THE VILLAIN

MOOD MUSIC  – BEETHOVEN: MOONLIGHT SONATA

I HATE the villain.



Moustache twirled by bony hands

Evil laughter on train tracks

Aims to win despite the costs

From the start, his soul was lost



I DESPISE the Villain's lies



Gives the carrot with the stick

Shouts for love, shows me hate

Empty castles in the sky

Shady soul that's gone awry



His humanity's a puzzle



When he weeps after a loss

When he tries to purchase love

When he does his best to help

Damaged soul is half and half



I feel guilty when he breaks



He believes that he is good

And he does not understand

Though he's old, he failed to grow

He has none to save his soul



I pity the villain



For nobody ever does

It's his fate, he's too far gone

In the mirror, all alone

Does he see a hopeless soul?

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SWEET’n’SAD

MOOD MUSIC: THE SKY IS FALLING BY GARY B.B COLEMAN

We fear pain, we curse sadness

We hate our own tears

We obsessively chase bliss

Leave the shadow in our dust




But when pain takes us by surprise

When sadness seeps through the cracks

When tears escape from our souls

Happiness is cast to the side




We wallow in the sadness

We stretch and dissect the pain

We cry oceans of tears

Refuse consolation and relief




That grief, can be beautiful

It may sound absurd to say

We fear pain, but we seek it

Prefer the blues to the sun




We love sugar and all things sweet

Yet crave bitters and sours

We use cynicism to run from faith

And pessimism to hide from hope




Maybe survival lies in embracing the two?

Mourning and joy; an equal dose for me and for you?

Melancholy; a honeyed drug that isn't so bad.

The perfect balanced meal; Sweet'n'Sad

INSPIRATION MUSIC – SADE: BY YOUR SIDE

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SWEAR

MOOD MUSIC – DEBUSSY: REVERIE

Swear.



Swear an oath to me today.

Swear you won't let failure have the final say.

Swear the heart that beats for your art will stay.

Swear that you'll always find a way.




Swear.




Swear to me with your soul.

Swear you'll never ever lose your goal.

Swear that even when life takes it's toll,

Swear that the world will see you whole.




In truth,




Your dream is like a stubborn cancer,

Sticks close to you like a dirty dancer.

Whenever you're done and want to give up,

It grows even more, never letting you stop.




Swear.




Swear to me that you'll lay the bricks.

Sweat and toil and break the sticks.

Nothing great ever came quick.

Swear that you'll play life's politics.




I swear.




I swear, I'll be the greatest among men.

I swear I'll pick myself up again and again.

I swear I'll work when 5 years turn to ten.

I swear I'll go to the grave holding my pen.




I swear.

INSPIRATION MUSIC – BTS: DREAM GLOW

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RIPPLE

MOOD MUSIC: LOVELY – BILLIE EILISH WITH KHALID

6 billion different people on the planet

Insignificant to the eye of our star

Two hundred and fifty billion stars in the galaxy

Who do we think we are?




Billions of billions, molecules in our bodies

Doing simple tasks day by day

Drift through a bland and automatic existence

But which one of them can you name?




From the desolation islands, scream out your name

Shout hoarse from the top of the moon

And stop to think, does your voice exist

If nobody's around to listen?




Destroying a life is inconsequential

A stab in the dark, trivial for sure

But then, why is it, when blood leaks

The water it lands on ripples?

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THE LIGHT

 MOOD MUSIC: COPYCAT – BILLIE EILISH 

How do you turn out in the light?

A question that we don't need to ask.

Did you discover your own soul?

Or did you come into the fight ungloved




What do they say when they know more?

Do the gazes wither, do they make you shiver?

Or do you stand up on your own?

Do you sit unbothered, gaze at them uncovered?




Are you a rock or plastic gold?

That's what the people want to know.

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HOLLOW

MOOD MUSIC: SAD GIRL – LANA DEL REY

Here,

I'll let you have this slice of me

Don't worry 'bout the mess

It stays in side of me




Scared?

You've got no reason to be

I'm the one who gives it

Sacrificially




Swallow.

Don't leave a single crumb behind

Eat me, drink me,

Gorge on what you find




Then,

When I'm in need of life support

Throw me away

Since I can't get hurt




Screaming.

But nobody can hear me shout

'Cause I'm all smiles

Can't let them find me out




Pain?

Dunno what you're on about

Saw me last week

Anything make you doubt?




Empty

Cause I gave it all away

Got zero returns when it came,

My day




Mayday,

Distress in my eyes is true

Gaze on the floor

Won't let them speak to you




Gone

There's really nothing left to see

Finished. Hollow

That's what's left of me.

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IMMIGRANT

MOOD MUSIC: BTS – MAP OF THE SOUL PERSONA TRAILER

Take what you can get

Who are you to rant?

Forehead filled with sweat

Life of an immigrant




Keep your head down and watch your words

This world is filled with breeds like you

It gets absurd

Cockroaches wanting human rights too




You're here to work

Stop with the delusions and dreams

Aliens can't rule a country,

Don't blaspheme




Immigrant here! I followed all your laws and your rules

Came to your country and worked much harder than you

So cause you're born here, you think you're more deserving?

Ask our youth back home; they'll tell you how they're drowning




The land you're on? Wasn't even yours from the start

The land I'm from? Recovering from the cancer you caused

Your ancestors? Foreigners who weren't even welcome

Hate me? At least I asked permission




I didn't come here to start a revolution

I didn't come here to eat up all your children

I'm here to work, to make a better future

Not to kill your leaders and dominate your Klansmen




You ever stop to think, that maybe you're projecting

Because your forefathers snuck in and robbed the natives?

Deep down, you know, you're immigrants too

But you don't need to worry, cause we're not you

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FIGHTING

MOOD MUSIC: CHOPIN – NOCTURNE op. 9 no. 1

Life is cruel

Life is wicked

Life's a jungle

Life is war




I am weak

I am sad

I'm a victim

I am lost




Where is hope?

Where is comfort?

Where is peace?

Where is love?




Who am I?

Where am I going?

When will I die?

When will I live?




Life is human

Life is complex

Life is beauty

Life is home




I am living

I am well

I will fight

Until the end

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RIVER

MOOD MUSIC: ‘RIVER’ – IBEYI

I held my sadness in my chest

I clutched my anger in my fist

The trust you broke

The faith you shook

I used your crimes to make a list




I wrote a poem just like this

With spite and hate and true malice

I craved your pain

You were my bane

I prayed that Karma would not miss




And so each day I woke up drained

Recounting sins inside my brain

Lest I forget

That I should get

My even score down future's lane




A river came into my view

The image that I saw was new

My face was lost

I glimpsed just yours

My wretched soul belonged to you




You still held power over me

There was just one way to be free

My fist unclenched

My rage was spent

The river claimed my poor story




The weak are those who are oppressed

Naivety leaves you with less

Once you've been burned

Your lesson learned

You face your next foe with finesse

 

 

 

 

 

I’m recently learning to let go of a situation where my dreams and passion were taken advantage of. Writing this helps with my healing process. My consolation is that no matter what is stolen from me, no one can rob me of my talent. That is where I find my peace of mind.

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