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Kids in rich zones, born into chrome, But they see the grind — they feel the drone. Parents clock in, clock out, no spark, Dead-eyed dinners, joy gone dark.

They see the stress, the pills, the debt, They see the love, but it’s drowned in sweat. They ask, “Is this life? Is this the prize?” Then pour the drink, roll the lies.

They rebel not for thrill, but to escape the trap, Where dreams get traded for a corporate nap. They see their folks as slaves in suits, So they chase the buzz in pills and flutes.

Then there’s the kids whose parents fell, Not from sin, but from the system’s hell. Too much pressure, too little rope, Now it’s crime, collapse, and dope.

Mum’s on meds, dad’s on the street, Family fractured, no food to eat. They see the grind as a death parade, Where love gets lost and hope decays.

They don’t rebel — they survive the wreck, They learn to hustle, dodge the check. They see the buzz as a ghost in smoke, And wear the trauma like a heavy cloak.

Now zoom out — kids in the global south, No Netflix, no therapy mouth. Twelve-hour shifts, landfill dives, Begging for cans just to stay alive.

No rebellion — just survival mode, Born into chains, never owed. They don’t ask “why” — they ask “how long?” Till the hunger fades or the body’s gone.

Cradle to grave, no soft escape, Just sweat and dust and twisted fate. Makes rich-kid buzzkill look like play, While they bleed for pennies every day.

This ain’t chaos — it’s design. A species trapped in a profit shrine. Culture didn’t evolve — it calcified, Now we worship brands while the planet cries.

TNCs roam like kings in suits, Dodging tax, extracting roots. They don’t wear swastikas — they wear smiles, But their strategies echo fascist files.

Governments nod, pretend to care, But they’re puppets dancing in corporate air. They know the truth, but play the part, While the system tears the world apart.

And we — the species — we play along, Trained to obey, to not ask “wrong.” We call it freedom, call it fate, But it’s just a cage with a golden gate.

We’re intelligent, but we don’t act wise, We build machines while the spirit dies. Our cultures lag, our systems stall, We chase the buzz, but forget the call.

The children see it — they feel the void, They know the game is paranoid. They want a world that makes some sense, Not one that trades their soul for rent.

Children of the Grind

I'm an up and coming artist from Detroit, MI. I have been rapping since I was a boy, and decided to make use of my talents after living in Los Angeles for a year after living with a music industry person whom got me back interested in recording again. 

I have been listening to rap/hip-hop since I was about 3 years old in 1986. My mother and father were still in their early 20's when I was born, so they were still into the party scene and played plenty of early rap acts, so I absorbed the music at a young age. My favorite song as a 4 year old was Run DMC - King of Rock, which I played all day long on my Fisher-Price radio that took 4 C batteries. From then on the infatuation with music began.

I started to pick up a pen to jot my own rhymes as a 9 year old, but wouldn't really take it more serious until I was about 12 years old. I used to write rhymes about my life and my everyday struggles as a kid just trying to make it. When I was 15 I started to become more proficient in my lyricism, and by the time I was 16 I had my style down. Two years later at 18 in 2001 I coined the moniker Adonis, and went from there. Recording my first songs that same year. 

𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖙 | 𝐸𝑚𝑐𝑒𝑒 | 𝗗𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝗕𝑖𝑔 𝐎𝑤𝑛 𝐘𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 | 𝚂𝙽𝚂 𝟽𝟼𝟽 | ℌ𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔅𝔬𝔶 | Booking/Features: adojoestar@gmail.com
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