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.