It’s a bright green day

Walking the boulevard of broken dreams

Unspoken, unseen

For so long they may seem

to never exist

So you work 9 to 9

As you try to survive

but day by day it continues to die

Since you stopped your climb

You’ve fallen so far away from the sky

The grind is what you find

Pursuit is what insues

the truth is within you

you won’t let it out for fear’s sake

Because with the slightest whisper it will disentegrate

Win lose or flop

You have to reach the top

You are Hip-Hop