Hustler
I was born like every other
My first tears gave them laughter
Soon things will change for better
They are vivid hope every supper
Life goes short every time like summer
Idle me just make the dudes poorer
It then stuck me I got to go smarter
Aren’t jobs but to earn as a hustler
Real men have to hustle
No ride to success in a shuttle
I’ll make it in the rubble
To live the dream in the success bubble
Thing get to idle waiters
Only things we left behind
We are the hustler knights
Hunting for success our right
No shot no trigger no bullet
Success will come chasing pants down
When we start running the working town
That will be the hustler crown
poem by Adetimilehin Inioluwa Victor
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