Everyday

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Everyday's another hustle
You gotta rustle up some cash
To outlast these bills
But I feel that my lyrics ain't ignorant enough
To get the stuff that dreams are made of
And this love for music isn't proof enough to get a contract
But that's the facts of life
That strife and struggle
You can't hustle your way in this game
You got to know the right names
And the claim to fame is a slippery slope
That's supported by hope
That fades with age
With this minimum wage
And this local stage
Got me feeling like I'm yelling from below
That dim glow down that dark tunnel is my soul
Slowly burning, here to be something better than this
I know I'm an artist
Which means you got to work the hardest
And starve with the rest of us
I do my best to manifest my imagination into poetry
So I can get some currency to get my family luxury
But only some of us get lucky
The rest of us fail
Either way imma run it tell the well runs dry
And fly on the wings of my dreams
And sew up the seams
That have been torn by hollow promises
False Gods and Goddesses
Stupid egos and confidence
Chaotic economic and politics
I uphold my prominence
Through these condensed thoughts
I've formulated the lyrics
So they may guide my spirit
Into a land where a man can be rewarded
For what he stands for
More than being rich or poor

I am not a machine
Bound by only a dream
Machines are bounded by green
I plant seeds with sixteens
Paragraphs create scenes
The realist things you've ever seen
Steady spitting no delay or takes
While real rap gets replaced by commercial breaks
But for the sake of the real we rap to repeal bust like steal
With raps concealed for real
Evander Holyfield in prime of rime
I don't need an image to hide behind
Nice guy, but I'll still remove your spine
Recline your weak design and watch that foolish pride day
New day new hustle
Defined by my struggle
Spit so raw I need a muzzle
Bubble gum rap get back
Flavorless rap attack
Shiny rapper but inside's crap
A waste of consignment time
Shelve them for the new kind to sign with no mind
When lines collide I will never compromise
In my heart for what ain't right
Never putting down the mic device
Supplying rhymes, I cant even help but rhyme sometimes
Lines falling from the sky, each one is divine
Not the local rapper kind
At the time we unsigned but we grind for that dotted line
Music will never be the same
Here to upgrade the game and leave ya'll some change
Ya'll rapping in vain
Sacrificing the mainframe in exchange for fame
In the name to entertain
Don't bust like a bubble
Or else they wont love you in the everyday struggle