Life All Good
Life All Good


Spirit of a hustler nowhere never
Imperative of livelihood we cherish forever
The empire we must ensconce
While the pickles at night outwitted.
Life gave us nothing other than pairs of flesh
Other things needed to survive gotten from our excrete of sweat
A hungry man took another phase of death
He might be alive but cannot be at his best.
All that energize us we called tomorrow
we keep on pushing no matter the holes
Our sleepless nights we kept beside our bed
Spirit of a hustler when you live you sleep.