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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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