The street ๐คง๐คง๐คง
The street looks hot ๐ฅ and hoter every single minute
Hustlers keep moving from east to west ,north to south
Every step they move says something about their ๐ ๐ฐ sweat
Their faces look like a burning ๐ฅ coal
Barely do they smile when sitting quietly ๐คซ to take their next moves
What at all do they want???
A place to rest their heads ,a vehicle to impress society, a name to be remembered, a happy family
Yeah !!!
Every hustler has a materialistic thing which encourages him to keep kicking ๐ฏ
The scholars think they are those going to succeed ๐๐๐
The lay man also feels his sweat isn't ๐ gonna go waste
Everyone's busy fighting for a better future
Women shouting for sellers to bargain ๐ ๐ and purchase their goods ๐ ๐ home
Men pushing trucks to earn a lil coins to feed themselves
Others begging to stop the noise disturbing their internal Peace
The kaya girl must walk barefooted with her pan on her head to work
The lazy ones also spying others to steal from them
This is actually ๐คช crazy
One must make it for one to enjoy his sweat
Paying taxes without seeing any development in our societies ๐๐๐
Who's gonna pinpoint at the government ๐ค for a better governance??
Absolutely ๐ฏ no one
Because money buys the truth
So everyone trynna focus on their lil income
Every mouth is shut ๐
No one wanna speak
What a society we have
The end