By Cali Cuga
In the bustling streets where dreams collide, a hustler spin tales weaving hope and pride/
Promises whispered in shadows deep/
Echoing promises they struggle to keep/
With silver tongue and a confident gaze, they paint a future in a mesmerizing haze/
Visions of success, fortunes untold, yet beneath the facade
For every vow made in the heat of the chase, lies a trail of broken dreams, a bitter embrace/
Word spun like silk but fragile and thin, as they vanish like smoke on the wind/
Empty pledges litter the path they tread, leaving hearts bruised, trust hanging by a thread/
For a hustler’s world is a delicate dance, balancing in the edge of circumstance/
In the twilight where shadows grow long, reflection of promises lost in the throng/
The undone promises of a hustler’s creed/
Where realities fade and hopes recede/
But amidst the wreckage and the undone, lies the resilience of those who’ve begun/
For in the quiet strength of those who endure, lies the promise of a future secure/
Though hustlers may falter and promises fade
Hope springs a new in the choices we’ve made,
In the tapestry of life,
where dreams intertwine, a new story emerges where truth will shine/
In the alleys of ambition, where dreams are sold, the hustler spin tales both silver and bold/
But behind the glitter and the dazzle they snow, lies a trail of undone promises buried below/
Their words like honey, sweeten the ear, yet the bitter taste of deceit draws near/
For every pledge of glory, every vow of fame, Echoes of broken trust whisper shame/
In the hustle and bustle of city’s beat, lies the heartache of promises incomplete/
But amidst the shadows and fleeting thrills, hope persists despite the hustler’s skills/
For in the heart of every undone vow, lies the wisdom waiting to grow/
In the tapestry of life where tales unfold, truth prevails in stories yet untold/
