Picked up my guitar thought I'd be a star

Now I'm chasing numbers trapped in a jar

The algorithm's king I sing to its tune

If I don't post I fade out too soon

I sold my soul for a playlist slot

Still stuck in the Who's That? spot

My streams so low they barely exist

But at least my mom thinks I'm a hit

Welcome to the grind where the hustle don't end

Where your art's just a product your worth's just a trend

A follower count a viral wave

And a TikTok dance you never meant to crave

Spent my last dime on a studio mic

Now it's cheap bread but the mix still shreds

Pitching to blogs but they leave me on read

Guess my song ain't sad enough to mess with their head

Numbers rise but I feel the same

Chasing streams in a losing game

They say Go viral that's the key

But all I want is to make them feel me

Welcome to the grind where the hustle don't end

Where your art's just a product your worth's just a trend

A follower count a viral wave

And a TikTok dance you never meant to crave

They say keep pushing just stay true

But authenticity don't pay the dues

I'm a puppet on strings singing for views

Trading my soul for a shot at the news

I pour my soul into every line

But the world just scrolls and skips my time

Screaming in echoes lost in the feed

Making real music Will they ever see