The Hustler's Anthem Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

I am up even before the day wakes,
In this city that knows no sleep to perfect my stakes.
And all everyone sees in me is an upstart,
Not the real me; the struggling hustler likened to the ants.

Beat me to it if you can,
I got the time plan to sell whatever.
No one but me can sell ice in winter
Or plan to trade on fire in hell,
But I can confidently sell water to the well
And that is me the hustler; I can do whatever I think I can.

I make friends and lose them.....;
You don’t need to love me but then, do you?
In this game I have learnt to keep my enemies close,
Yeah! I give them enough rope,
but when they put themselves in the air..;
I don't hesitate to kick away the chair.
In all I do....... I win, a proud winner I am
Not even failure dares to stop me
I am and will always be a hustling winner

Give me the bitter lemon
And see me make lemonade.
When others grumble that roses have thorns
I am grateful that thorns have roses.
I flourish....; alway in time I sow wind
And in return I reap the wild wind,
Just because I am a hustler!