Life's a wild ride, man. You got your angels whisperin' in your ear, and then you got these other beasties lurkin' around the shadows. 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 shufflin', even when the things in the night are right behind you.
Bling & Bleakness
The sparkle of a diamond is luring. It promises lasting love, yet within its depths lies a darkness, a hollow. Diamonds are mined from the earth's essence, born of pressure and pain. Their lustrous glow is a cruel reminder of the despair that feeds their existence. We are drawn to their glamour, yet they mirror our own inner void. Perhaps, in the end, diamonds are not a symbol of love, but a manifestation of human anguish.
King over the Concrete Jungle
He rules with an adamant fist. His kingdom is a city of stone, where power fuels every stride. The masses are but pawns in his game, their lives tossed aside like debris as he climbs to the peak. He's a legend, a nightmare, whispered about in the alleys—The Concrete Jungle King.
From Trap to Top
This ain't no fairy tale, fam. This show you the proof of pure hustle. We talkin' 'bout climbin' outta the deep end, 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 rise above. Remember, fam, it's all about never givin' up .
- Trust the journey
- Find your tribe
- Push beyond your limits
A code of silence
In the shadowy underbelly of certain professions, a troubling code of silence often prevails. This Trapstar unwritten edict dictates that members should remain silent about injustices. Fear of reprisal from fellow members, coupled with a sense of loyalty towards the group, maintains this powerful silence. As a result, truth is often obscured, allowing corruption to flourish.
Breaking this code can be extremely perilous. Those dare to speak out often face isolation, becoming targets themselves. This toxic silence creates a climate of distrust where honesty is nonexistent.
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.