Keep the Hustle
Starring in the mirror,
no face
just the bloody heart
with all the scars
I ask myself a question
Where is the spark?
The bloody thing pump another dose
I know there must be a cause
that I am still here
to keep the hustle
Though I died inside a thousand times,
somehow pushed to keep my shell
I am alive
The blue ball spin and goes around
and I take my turns to stay above
no face
just the bloody heart
with all the scars
I ask myself a question
Where is the spark?
The bloody thing pump another dose
I know there must be a cause
that I am still here
to keep the hustle
Though I died inside a thousand times,
somehow pushed to keep my shell
I am alive
The blue ball spin and goes around
and I take my turns to stay above
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