Dopamine Rhymez
ABOUT ME
I'm Dopamine Rhymez, a hip hop artist from Richmond, Virginia. My music is authentic and evokes a dopamine rush. With clever wordplay and catchy flows, I create thought-provoking tunes. Drawing inspiration from jazz, rap, and electronic music, I connect through relatable lyrics. I aim to inspire, uplift, and educate, believing in the transformative power of music. Let's create something DOPE.
MY DOPE LYFE
A Stream of Thought Blog
Been quiet for a minute. This post is me being honest about where my head’s at. It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. It’s just where I’m at right now, and maybe someone else is there too.
Sunday at Work, Still Wondering Why
Why am I here?
Another day, another dollar.
What does that even mean anymore?
Am I just trading time for money? Wasting hours for some green paper because society says we have to? Probably. I like money—just like everyone else—but I don’t chase it. Maybe that’s why I’m always broke. I don’t value it the way I’m “supposed to.” I spend too much, save too little, and even though I know better, I still ask myself: How do I actually cut back?
Don’t buy beer. Don’t eat out. Don’t feed my vices.
Easier said than done.
Truth is—I hate coming to work. The job’s not hard, but the boredom? It’s brutal. I sit around waiting for something to break so I can fix it. And when nothing’s broken, I’m just here, stuck in the loop. If the line’s running smooth, management doesn’t want me messing with anything. Don’t touch. Don’t tweak. Just observe and report.
BORING.
This isn’t purpose. This isn’t fulfillment. It’s watching bottles on a conveyor belt fall and spraying lube to keep things moving. That’s not living. That’s not building anything. It’s just...waiting.
And then there’s My Dope Lyfe—this blog I was supposed to write every couple weeks. Supposed to share my thoughts, give people something to read. Lately, I keep asking myself, Why? Who cares what I think? Some days I don’t even care. Other days, I do. And honestly? I don’t know which version of me is real anymore.
I’ve been distant. Keeping to myself more. Not opening up like I used to. Maybe that’s good. Maybe it’s self-protection. I try to channel things through music now—my words, my voice. But even that feels like a mask sometimes. Rapper me isn’t always everyday me. Rapper me talks shit with confidence. Real me? I’m anxious. Overthinking everything. And when I try to turn my brain off, I feel the emptiness creeping in.
Think less, act more. But also plan ahead. Take a leap, but also be careful.
It’s all contradictions.
I’m a contradiction. Not a hypocrite, just a human who changes. One day I love something, the next I hate it. I wake up and suddenly nothing makes sense again.
I don’t even like talking to people that much anymore—not because I can’t hold a conversation, but because nobody listens. Everyone’s just waiting for their turn to talk, to disagree, to prove a point that doesn’t need proving. I don’t want advice. I don’t want someone projecting their worldview onto mine. I just want to exist next to people without being forced to fix or perform.
Maybe that’s what this is.
Maybe My Dope Lyfe isn’t always dope.
Maybe it’s just a mirror held up to the mess I’m still sorting through.
I don’t know what I’m here for.
But I know I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trading hours for dollars, clocking in, clocking out, and calling it a life.
That’s not it.
There’s got to be something more.
Dopamine Rhymez
Written by me
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