Runnin' With Demons
Life's a twisted 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 rollin', even when the things in the night are right behind you.
Bling & Bleakness
The sparkle of a diamond is seductive. It promises unwavering strength, yet within its depths lies a darkness, a void. Diamonds are carved from the earth's essence, born of pressure and pain. Their beauty is a cruel manifestation of the despair that fuels their existence. We are drawn to their allure, yet they represent our own inner darkness. Perhaps, in the end, diamonds are not a reflection of love, but a embodiment of human despair.
Monarch over the Concrete Jungle
He rules with an iron fist. His domain is a city of steel, where greed dictates every move. The masses are but pawns in his game, their fates tossed aside like debris as he climbs to the peak. He's a legend, a vision, whispered about in the backstreets—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 trenches, turnin' struggle into success. It ain't easy, no sir. There's gonna be blood sweat and tears , but if you got that fire in your belly and the hunger for greatness, you can rise above. Remember, fam, it's all about keepin' your eyes on the prize .
- Stay true to yourself
- Find your tribe
- Never settle, always strive
An impenetrable code of silence
In the shadowy underbelly of any organization, a sinister code of silence often prevails. This unwritten edict dictates that Trapstar members are expected to remain silent about wrongdoing. Fear of reprisal from fellow members, coupled with a sense of loyalty towards the group, enforces this unbreakable silence. As a result, truth is often suppressed, allowing abuse to run rampant.
Breaking this code can be dangerously perilous. Anyone who dare to speak out often face isolation, becoming pariahs themselves. This pervasive silence creates a climate of fear where transparency is frowned upon.
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.