Our Hustle
Everyday our lives is a struggle
We toil day and night to make a living.
Our survival lies in hardship.
Our beds are not of roses
The rich can't feel our hustle
They don't know our struggles
The sun sets on us
And when it goes down
right before our nose
Then We retire for the day.
We hustle for shelter
We hustle for cash
We hustle for food
We have to survive, don't we?
We have families
Their needs depends on us
We have to take care of them before poverty sets in.
Hustling is every man's key to survival.
© Rita Oyewale
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