Lost In the Hustle

Crawling through the shadows where the echoes never fade, falling through the meadows the grass and geckos sever like maids Life's a maze of battles, every choice a heavy trade, this knife is a blaze of lasting and all these cuts in me turn moist from whats left in me during the raid Struggling for a vision, but the vision's getting hazy, struggling for a listing but this listing got a blaze in me Fighting demons in my head, man, this grind is kinda crazy. over mighting this spewing venom till my vision goes red, a plan, got to to understand this finding is finding a maze in me Lost in the hustle, every muscle's screaming pain, tossed in the subtle leverage struggle seeming with a gain But I’m pushing through the struggle, like I’m running in the rain, sometimes im pulling through the trouble , psychin it like gunning through this pain Got my pen as my weapon, ink dripping with the truth, forgot sins as a neglection, sinking them blinking with the deluth Every verse a confession, I’m a soldier in my youth. every verb is a concession lifing thede boulders in my truth Underground roots, where the real ones never die, its in the ground from the fire and soot tearing up the concealed ones who were clever enough to lie Building castles from the rubble, gotta reach for the sky, filthing battles from the mud and i gotta tell gotta preach from this lie Each setback's a lesson, turning wounds into art, teaching me whats let and lacking during this testing, churning clues with lyrical hounds into a unrelenting dart In a world full of doubt, I’m just playing my part. in a word full of whats learned climbing the mount im just raiding this heart with desire for whats far Lofi beats in the background, my heart's a steady drum, i know these are gonna be complete in the lack and sound this start is a heavy heat busting rhymes due time for time in the street With each line I’m spitting, feel the weight of what’s to come, cant overrate whats the sum Chasing dreams in the night, while the city’s fast asleep, blazing screams in the fight while the listing is past and deep I’m a warrior with words, sowing hope, reaping deep. i got to get through the corridor with whats to heard, flowing these dope lones, seeing a fleet