When a man emerge
from the dark city streets
in search of light.

Getting away from ghetto
Past remain a tattoo
I have found a path too.

But the scars articulated in my face
Will always remind  me where I  was
yesterday.

So I remained humble too,
Knowing today life is harmful to
Someone. Under the street light.

We use to ask each other with smiles in our faces
"What do u want to be when U grow up?"
Today we have grown up, look what we have become.

Just pray to be buried in graduation gown,
To be mined liked treasures,

Our dreams were made of closed fists
Made strong gold,
Today they made of decomposing fabric.

I have implanted dream in my girlfriend’s womb,
Dream will make you of himself after 9 months.