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Genre: Broadway Underdog Ballad × Phoenix Funk × Cinema Slam
“He boiled poverty into poetry — and fed the world a dream.”
▶ “He boiled poverty into poetry — and fed the world a dream.”
Anyone just smarter than the hot spate?
No, I come up with that people and face sir please...
[Verse 1 – Cold Noodle Blues]
He cooked his dream on a borrowed flame,
One thousand debts, but he drew all the same.
His father gone, his mom held tight—
RMB one-four fed days and nights. 💸🥣
They mocked his art, said, "Son, be wise,"
He smiled and sketched the gods in disguise.
On cracked old gear and broken light,
He drew a dragon into flight. 🐉🔥
[Verse 2 – Failure Soup]
“No school? No Cannes? You’re chasing air!”
He said, “My pen writes more than flair.”
He pitched, got ghosted, laughed off shame,
Each slap became his storyboard frame. 🎭😤
He drew till dawn with hunger’s sting,
While classmates bought the newest bling.
They climbed careers with borrowed shoes,
He painted storms in sketchpad blues. 🌧️🖌️
[Verse 3 – Grandma’s Stove]
No boardroom called, no angel check,
Just Sichuan sweat and broken tech.
He mixed rebellion, myth, and grime,
And made the gods run out of time. ⏳💥
His heroes bled, they cursed and screamed,
Far from Disney’s glossy dream.
A punk NeZha, with scars and flame,
He dared to change the hero game. 🦸♂️🔥
[Verse 4 – Studio Called ‘Kitchen Table’]
No grant, no team, no Hollywood smile,
Just ramen breath and paper pile.
His canvas burned with tears unsaid,
His mouse, a sword of myth instead. 🎨⚔️
Mom asked, “Child, when will you try?”
He said, “I will — once dragons fly.”
No VFX, no CGI,
Just soul that kissed the sky goodbye. 🌌🖼️
[Verse 5 – Critics Eat Dumplings]
“You’re loud, too weird, it’s not refined,”
Then thunder struck from audience lines.
Two billion roared across the globe,
A boiling pot, not fashion robe. 🌍💣
He beat the odds, broke Pixar’s mold,
No marketing — just courage bold.
He failed their class, but topped their chart,
He made a monster… with a heart. ❤️👹
[Verse 6 – Paint of Poverty]
He drew with debt and lived on less,
But framed his fight in stubbornness.
He taught that rage is sacred lore,
For those ignored by rules before. 📚🔥
No trust fund glow, no PR spray,
Just fuel that pain could not delay.
His NeZha burned with childlike might,
And lit the dark with Sichuan light. 🏮🎆
[Verse 7 – Rise of the Fire Punk]
“NeZha 2” scorched the global line,
Now sits in top five films of all time.
And once the cut gets shown once more,
He’ll take the crown the gods ignore. 👑📽️
He won no Oscar, Cannes, or Globe—
But stitched the world with ink and hope.
He showed the poor they hold the pen,
He proved you rise from less than ten. And NeZhe! ✍️📈
[Verse 8 – Program Note: Legend Metrics]
No film school badge — but earned the flame.
Laughed at? Ghosted? He stayed in the game.
No money, no mentor, no public cheer,
Yet still he built a global premiere. 🌎🎬
His canvas was cracked, his desk was old,
But he turned cheap tea into box office gold.
He taught: When mocked, don’t break or bend—
Just draw your truth and start again. ✏️💪
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