Life's a crazy ride, man. You got your angels whisperin' in your ear, and then you got these other creatures lurkin' around the darkness. 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.
Bling & Bleakness
The glitter of a diamond is deceitful. It promises eternity, yet within its depths 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 fuels their existence. We are drawn to their magnetism, yet they symbolize our Trapstar own inner void. Perhaps, in the end, diamonds are not a symbol of love, but a manifestation of human anguish.
King in the Concrete Jungle
He commands with an iron fist. His kingdom is a city of stone, where ambition fuels every stride. The citizens are but pawns in his game, their destinies tossed aside like rubble as he climbs to the peak. He's a legend, a myth, whispered about in the backstreets—The Concrete Jungle King.
From Trap to Top
This ain't no fairy tale, fam. This is a story of pure hustle. We talkin' 'bout climbin' outta the trenches, turnin' hardships into victories. 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
- Never settle, always strive
A code of silence
In the shadowy underbelly of any organization, a sinister code of silence often prevails. This unwritten edict dictates that members are expected to remain silent about injustices. Fear of reprisal from fellow members, coupled with a sense of loyalty and the group, upholds this deafening silence. As a result, truth is often obscured, allowing abuse to run rampant.
Breaking this code can be dangerously perilous. Those dare to speak out often face blacklisting, becoming targets themselves. This pervasive silence creates a climate of suspicion where transparency is rare.
Locked In, Locked Out
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.