The street boy.

I'm that boy that walk on the street so dejected.
Living in a nation where the leaders don't look upon their subject, only theirs desire is to eat from nation cake.
Should I live in abject proverty?
No, I'm going to Join the street!
Cus every imperfect still exist in humans.
I studied with flying colour
But the leaders don't want to see honour.
My mother keep hope alive in her heart
And cuddle me to her encouraging breast Saying"There are bad men in the street;Be sensible and work toward your dream.
Face your dream not desire for more wealth.
I can I live in a society when money is considered with more priority?
Many years I asked conscience
But it seem he is adamant.

If not for the street, men would had been lick like sweet.
A little subscription gave way to big wealth.
Comrade don't blame me if I join them in such a good health.
Cus I'm made promises to mama to make her proud and I wouldn't allow her to be on rag.
The Government considered the work ungodly but they aren't Godly.
Don't be surprised my love cus the street is beckoning on me.
In a little time I will join them.

Starvation and proverty is dangerous to health, it will left you in a mess.
So the street has made the youth to be men
And found that life is not that mean
If not for the embezzlement of public funds.
Life would be very fond.
The street is good 👍
Don't blame it for there will found our food
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