No sleep for the one that was born strive.
Dreams are free but he need to wake up by five,
To chase the early fate of time.
And if he must fail, let it not be my own craft.
He will better let life do it's draft.

"I know the street and street knows me".
Said the young dusty man,
Who's motivation is drown from an empty stomach,
While hawking plantain in the scorching sun.

His hard work, patient and intelligence,
Has no relevance.
It seems...