Never felt so strong
Poverty been so long
Now i ride on my own
Its a very new dawn
Always been so alone
Still it never felt alone
Hopes are not gone
This isnt the time to moan
Making my way to the top
I need to start my own shop
This people still talk
It was never their walk
I dont want to pause
This is my course
They will always gonna hate
This is the food i ate
Riding like a hustler
Living like a hitler
The world is so cold
I think i'v grown old
How did we get here
Thats the question we dont care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong is the word. You have written well, i enjoyed reading.
thanks Linet Sabastian