I grew up from the dusty streets of none streetlights
Where darkness reigned in the area
Blurry enough to see the future
Place were dogs called people barking fallacy,
milking out my strength out of jealousy
“Burying me alive not knowing that
I am seed”

Hard to believe
Education left me educated
Success became my friend
Pauperism left me in placid
Future became clear
Victory in pocket, village boy on the map
From the dusty streets of none streetlights