NoTe To A HuStLeR.

NoTe To A HuStLeR.
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I smirk within my sorrow, for a hope of better tomorrow .. I don’t wanna loose but am scared of winners,, I dread believers of destiny yet I hope for greener pasture,, or at least a fulfilling destination. I am afraid to raise my hope, hence it gets bashed by failure so I elope deep in my thought,, it actually turns out to be dope.. I have a dream,, I have a dream,, a dream wherein I'm filled to the brim,, yet my boat is void of breams.. A dream, a dream where in the shadows of dim lights; I create a realm of bright stars that forms the beam of success and greatness.. But then its all but just a dream.. My intuition tells me there are great days ahead but my logic tells me the tuition for success is high,, my mind tells me to let all things fall in place it self but then my brain tells me to work my fingers to the bone,, my heart tells me to yield the demands of my emotions,, my guts tell me to remain focused,, and in all these my conscience is left to doubt the existence of a thing such as "truth" or even "success".. If I claim to be wise, it only means I know nothing.. If all this be the case,, I can then leave my days with whisky and mystery,, enjoy a little and live a little,, have a little fun and have a little horseplay,, have a little love have a little pleasure.. Maybe and maybe then will I grasp life. Maybe then I will attain my Pierian spring,, Maybe then I can understand humanity. Maybe and maybe then only will I have a scorch to the reality of goal factualism. The coat of progress, the mentality of actualization, the motion and speed of determination, the notion of a “must make it” the spectacle of vision, the sprite of confidence and the consciousness of time. That is what makes us persistent, that is what make us to never back down, that is what makes us, us. That is what makes us hustlers, that’s us, its just who we are.