Life's a wild ride, man. You got your angels whisperin' in your ear, and then you got these other things lurkin' around the edges. Sometimes, it feels like they're {right{ next to you, breathin' down your neck.
That's when you gotta make a choice: you can dance with 'em. I choose to {run with 'em|,ride with 'em|, embrace 'em|. Gotta keep movin', gotta keep jumpin', even when the things in the night are right behind you.
Diamonds & Despair
The sparkle of a diamond is luring. It promises eternity, yet within its heart lies a darkness, a hollow. Diamonds are extracted from the earth's soul, born of pressure and pain. Their beauty is a cruel reminder of the despair that births their existence. We are drawn to their allure, yet they symbolize our own inner void. Perhaps, in the end, diamonds are not a reflection of love, but a expression of human anguish.
Ruler over the Concrete Jungle
He commands with an adamant fist. His throne is a city of glass, where ambition dictates every move. The masses are but pawns in his game, their fates tossed aside like rubble as he climbs to the summit. He's a legend, a vision, whispered about Trapstar in the backstreets—The Concrete Jungle King.
Grindin' from the Bottom to the Summit
This ain't no fairy tale, fam. This is a story of pure hustle. We talkin' 'bout climbin' outta the gutter, turnin' struggle into success. It ain't easy, no sir. There's gonna be obstacles in your path , but if you got that fire in your belly and the willpower to succeed, you can reach the top. Remember, fam, it's all about keepin' your eyes on the prize .
- Believe in your dreams
- Surround yourself with good people
- Keep grindin', keep hustlin'
The code of silence
In the shadowy underbelly of society, a sinister code of silence often prevails. This unwritten law dictates that members are expected to remain silent about injustices. Fear of consequences from fellow members, coupled with a sense of loyalty towards the group, maintains this powerful silence. As a result, accountability is often suppressed, allowing misconduct to flourish.
Breaking this code can be incredibly perilous. Anyone who dare to speak out often face blacklisting, becoming targets themselves. This pervasive silence creates a climate of suspicion where transparency is nonexistent.
Trapped Inside, Shut Outside
The feeling of being locked in, trapped inside, imprisoned within can be suffocating, claustrophobic, overwhelming. It's a prison, cage, box of your own making, thoughts, reality. The walls close in, press down, constrict, and the air grows thick, becomes stagnant, feels heavy. You yearn to escape, break free, get out, but the door remains sealed, bars hold firm, lock refuses to budge.
Then there's the opposite: being locked out, shut outside, denied entry. The world beckons, teases, calls from just beyond your reach. You see the warmth, light, life inside, but you're excluded, separated, left behind. It can feel like a cold, lonely, desolate existence, isolated, abandoned, forgotten.
Both states mirror, reflect, share a sense of helplessness, powerlessness, resignation. They are limitations, boundaries, walls that prevent us from fully experiencing, connecting, participating in the world around us.