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The street ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง

The street ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง๐Ÿคง

The street looks hot ๐Ÿ”ฅ and hoter every single minute

Hustlers keep moving from east to west ,north to south

Every step they move says something about their ๐Ÿ˜“ ๐Ÿ˜ฐ sweat

Their faces look like a burning ๐Ÿ”ฅ coal

Barely do they smile when sitting quietly ๐Ÿคซ 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 ๐Ÿ’ฏ

The scholars think they are those going to succeed ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

The lay man also feels his sweat isn't ๐Ÿ˜“ gonna go waste

Everyone's busy fighting for a better future

Women shouting for sellers to bargain ๐Ÿ™„ ๐Ÿ˜’ and purchase their goods ๐Ÿ‘Œ ๐Ÿ™„ 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 ๐Ÿคช crazy

One must make it for one to enjoy his sweat

Paying taxes without seeing any development in our societies ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰

Who's gonna pinpoint at the government ๐Ÿค” for a better governance??

Absolutely ๐Ÿ’ฏ no one

Because money buys the truth

So everyone trynna focus on their lil income

Every mouth is shut ๐Ÿ˜’

No one wanna speak

What a society we have

The end