Hustle and Flow
People my age, we’re Generation Broke. We’re a generation of reckless spenders with hardly any financial commitments and even less savings. Our money is all on plastic. If we’re questioned about the future, we make like Alfred E. Neuman: "What, me worry?"
We don’t earn that much so it’s hard to save, we argue. We want to live life to the fullest, we say. We’re still a long way from settling down and having a family so we can afford to spend it all now, we reason. We can find a rich old man, say the gold-diggers. Bloody damn true.
I try my best though. Of course, I buy more clothes, shoes, CDs, books and margaritas than I should.
My day job doesn’t pay that well. Especially when compared to the number of hours I used to work. I clocked in 13 hours on an average day in 2005. (I worked in a sweatshop, for those not in the know). But good thing I have more side jobs than a drug-dealing pimp.
I have to do the maths and ask myself why I bother with a full-time job when my side income is often enough for my expenses and then some.
Maybe I’m just a sucker for punishment. I like adrenaline, stress, challenges, obstacles.
In my line, it’s all about the hustling. It’s really not that different from the pimping profession. Except, well, pimping is more lucrative.
But for now, I like my job. And it’s pretty important to do something that you like.
Otherwise, it becomes a mundane routine. Day in and day out. To paraphrase a character from the movie Hustle and Flow…"It becomes a whole bunch of flow. That’s all we’ll be doing. And it’ll just go on and on…Man, the shit don’t ever stop. What we need is a hook."
Of course, I’m taking the guy’s words out of context. He wasn’t referring to jobs, he was talking about the art of constructing a good rap. But I think it’s pretty much the same. We all need a hook, a chorus that somehow makes the whole song worthwhile.
And that, my friend, is the hardest part of the song.
March 29th, 2006 at 6:45 am
Hmmm…sound like me when I was your age. Deja vu.