They say its all about the destiny,
Whatever’s meant to be,
All I need was a little air to breathe,
First, it didn’t make sense,
Time to make a few cents,
No pretence,
I left it at the last airport,
Though I had hope,
Coz life had come at the cross roads,
Where I met a few lost souls
Equally confused,
Exploited and abused,
Even my own blood,
I had to open the third,

Its getting cold
And I don’t mean weather,
But hopeful for the better,
And that’s not when I never did dope,
My only ray of hope,
Had me going against the world
Its all about the word,
Like two pieces of puzzle,
Will I ever learn to hustle?
I passed on,
From the school of the hardknocks,
The battle was long and hard fought,
I m still ready for whatever,
Hail or high water,
The trouble was never with the bent,
It was God sent,
It made me who I am,
All part of the plan,
To you it may seem nothing,
10 years and running….