Lyrical Spiritual 14.

Surrounded by anger, jealousy, and hatred.
Drama around with each individual step.
Mental beatings to the right.
Explicit lashings to the left.

Ohy vey. Maybe I should quit.
Give in and become another victim of the streets.
Show up on the evening news, body on the cement.
Another piece of meat eaten by the environment.

Is it the money? Is it the car?
Is it because I didn't quit to get this far?
Because I didn't want to go through the same shit?
Because I wanted more than a regular score?

People are scared of the abnormal.
And if you're not what they want to see,
They ridicule you like an illegal.
Verbal assault mixed with a mental beatdown.

You came this far and you better not stop now.
If that requires backlash, then make sure it's sharp.
Nothing wrong with a grind.
Nothing wrong with a bigger hustle.

We all start small. And want more and more and more.
In order to get more, you got to ball to go far.
Even if you fumble, pick it up and keep going until you tumble.
The endzone may be 10 yards away or 100 miles.
Keep moving until you get in there and score.

Defenders will look to hit you low.
And become impatient like waiting for Beyonce's Blue Water.
When they keep coming, break them to go farther.
While everyone is down, run faster.
Get an adrenaline rush as you live without the bullshit.
Your life. Live like a boss instead of a horrid prick.

Don't become a victim of the streets with no hope.

Become an icon that can say on the podium "I Made It."

Cheers.

(Kazie's Daily Musical: Dreamchasers 3)