Hustle and Grace

Chasin' checks, but I'm checkin' my soul at the door.

Pressure cookin' dreams, but I'm stirrin' the core. Integrity's the currency, can't afford to

be poor. Steady steps on thin ice, skatin' past the uproar.

They pull strings, but I'm the harp they can't play. Movin' shadows turn

bright when you walk this way. Hands heavy with the crying heart, light like the

wind. Hustle clean, never stain, that's how you begin.

They want the crown, I'm the balance beam. Walkin' tightropes,

chasin' big dreams. Oh, oh, oh, oh,