For weeks my account balance has failed to grow beyond it hundred,
My dreams constantly beaten down by the pangs of my fears,
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here
But it seems I can't leave
Because I'm not the Maker of my own breathe.

My heart has been shattered for long
Broken into pieces I can't regroup
But tomorrow I'll be on the road again
Looking for the daily bread to feed my broken soul.

I can boldly tell you I'm no longer sad
Cos it seems i've gone little bit deeper than that
My pen only bleeds tales of melancholy
And my mouth graciously sings the rhythm of dirge

I don't want to tag my life as a walking lie
But it's seems I can't do anything than watch life walking by.
I'm scared, downtrodden, frustrated, halpless, don't know what else to do,
But I'll keeping a smiling face, because I'm too familiar with how to lose.

Good. You write too?

Haylel:
Good. You write too?

yes boss,I do a lot of things,I sing,I write,I sew clothes,sell herbs

Kiddogarcia:
yes boss,I do a lot of things,I sing,I write,I sew clothes,sell herbs

I'mma young gee like you and i'mma fellow hustler, so i'm not really a "boss".
Can i have your whatsapp? I want to know you beyond Nairaland.

Haylel:

I'mma young gee like you and i'mma fellow hustler, so i'm not really a "boss".
Can i have your whatsapp? I want to know you beyond Nairaland.

09026963421
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