Sure, let's all hustle like crackheads:

"Oh, your job isn't paying enough? Well, have you tried stealing from your family? Your grandma has a social security check coming, right? Oh, your family doesn't talk to you anymore, huh? Well have you tried selling your neighbor's car stereo? What about his propane grill? How about stealing tube socks from Walmart and trying to sell those on the street to anyone who walks by? Still not cutting it, huh? I don't know man, maybe it's time to try sucking some dicks."

These memes seem a lot less clever if you've ever been close to someone whose life got snowed under by addiction, or lived in a neighborhood that has a crack problem. Seeing real crackheads really hustling is pretty fucking bleak. They're not getting ahead. They're not winning. They're burning everything with even a shred of value to service their addiction, including family and personal relationships.

I don't know, maybe it's a very apt metaphor for capitalism, and what our capitalist system expects of us, but I have no desire to trade the people and things that make my life bearable just so I can brag about having a couple extra dollars in the bank.