My struggles

They called me a smoker yet i told them i was a hawker

They called me a poacher i told them they are playing me poaker coz

On toes im on the ran

Yes im on course

This cause is a major, on the way there is danger

On the way i will be worn out, yes i will be rained on

Yes i will build a tent either i willl be late or 

Iil turn a cripple and people start saying about and ignoring me

but i still be a poet in my eyes you will never fade away.