Hungry and Unstoppable

They pushed when I was already moving.

Took pieces and called it my share.

Kept telling me what wasn't possible While I was already fucking there.

Funny— They couldn't see what I could see.

So they thought I couldn't see it either.

That's where they fucked up.

Every no added weight.

Every delay added teeth.

Every time somebody took something from me Something else got harder underneath.

I wasn't born this hungry.

I remember when enough was enough.

Then enough kept getting moved farther away— So I got hungry.

I got hungry.

Not for theirs—I want mine.

They kept moving the finish line,

I learned how to run past signs.

They pushed me down,

took their cut, Looked straight through what I could see.

I got hungry.

Now hungry looks good on me.

Don't confuse hunger with anger.

Anger burns out. This shit wakes up early.

Anger wants somebody to blame.

Hunger has work to do.

I watched people call it stupid

Right before they called it luck.

Watched them ignore the first hundred

Then ask questions when the numbers jumped.

That's interesting. You couldn't see it when it was nothing.

Now you wanna know what changed?

Nothing. I just kept feeding it.

I got hungry.

Hungry enough

to look ridiculous. Hungry enough to

keep building When the evidence was ambiguous.

Hungry enough

that disappointment Quit deciding when I'd leave.

You don't have to understand the picture.

I can fucking see it.

And everything they took?

It didn't make me empty.

It made room.

So feed me the doubt.

Feed me the wait.

Feed me another year nobody understands.

Feed me the closed door,

The small check,

The look that says,

“Still doing that?”

Yeah.

Still doing that.

I got hungry.

Not for theirs—I

want mine.

They kept moving the finish line,

I stopped asking for a sign.

They

pushed me hard, took their cut,

Never saw what I could see.

I got hungry—

And you should've left me

full.