You maybe be born out there on the street
Bread and nurture in the same street
Or maybe yours is in the ghetto
Your second name is street
A local being in an unfit street
That no one can survive
But you went headlong
Heard the fight to make sure you survive
Against all odds you fight it through
Being a local champion in a local environment
You kept at it
Even when the fight was so hot
And you saw many drop dead
Their dreams die and ambitions are aborted
All in the name of moving from a phase
Of being that local cham
Conceive in the street
Out there in the cold of the street
The sun scourges you to death
But you overcame everything
Grew up in the midst of these all
You stood against all odds
As you see a lot of soldiers of the street
Drop dead right in your face
Many injustices you stood your ground
As what you see on the outside
Never determines what you go through on the inside
You fight the fight to keep afloat in life's journey
As you know deep within your consistency
One day will birth the dream to the shore of greatness
Then you merge from a local champion
Born in a local vicinity you rose
To stand shoulder to shoulder with great men
All because you never gave up
During the days of adversity
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