the hustle (yeagga selling verses)

   


    the artist who wishes to eat needs some game about them. an iridescent fog of mystery is going to be a boon in paying the bills on time. what is a hustler but someone in whom the mind has developed deep callous from exquisite daydreaming? it takes patience to simmer to flavor and most young apprentices get their lights cut off. 

****let it be noted, there is absolutely nothing wrong in working a traditional job or having steady employment. there is no shame to be had in earning a wage selling your labor beyond the guilt inherent in the loss of dignity we all experience to gain the benefits of being in society together.

for whatever reason, whenever one endeavors on the topic of hustle it seems to ruffle the feathers of at least one 9-to-5'r. this is not necessary. all matters of the game or the hustle apply equally to you at your place of employment. however there are some, who must forge ahead on a separate path. being that the author treads that left handed route, it is the one that will be expounded upon today, tomorrow and forevermore from this work shop, from these soulfolks, from that ruby yacht. amen. ****

the artist must develop a bloodlust for action and a hypersensitive compass for momentum. each touch needs to enchant. from the antenna, to you, to the instrument, to the tabula, to the people. magic all the way down like how there were turtles. when the pressure mounts, that place when the duties and responsibilities come out, that discipline becomes best friend and the intensity of your inner monologue matters. you have to find a way. 

a wise scholar of the arts once said, "to be official, you must be beneficial." and all who heard it were enlightened. 

when the artist has mastered this conduct despite ups, downs and turnarounds, they will experience a bullet proof resolve that allows internal channels to remain open and communicative despite impending material or physical turmoil. this sort of thing is necessary to art and the evidence of your humanity. our duty to thee Truth remains. 

it is the duty of the wealthy to stimulate mankind and humanity by funding the arts and connecting the creatively minded. it is part of the hustle to defrost this temperament in the audience and remind them of their commitments beyond the object and the product. simply keeping people alive who can connect to Source is in your favor. 

fearful rhetoric does not compose the vocabulary of the hustler and by extension the artist, who is eating, today. it cannot. the belly's grumble is a rhythm to be freestyled to. you must find a way. 

to that end, i'm back pitching verses to the public. a handful of opportunities for my sword to be of use to you, please do consider. 

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