The Hustle
The hustle
When the sun shines we gotta make hay
We all gonna make it someway someday
When we make it we gonna celebrate,but we ain't gonna separate the reallers from the hypocrites,the desperate from the culprit.
It ain't easy though, because most of us came a long way
Some were serious but not devious, some were curious and easily got furious, at the end it was obvious for a successful day
They continued digging just to create a broader way
The hustle was glorious, full of gracious favours and glamorous stories .
They made it,
We made it,
You made.
©Isaac Asante
2017
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