MY LIFE IN THE STREET

This is my story.everyday life in the street is so fucking hard for a black nigga .I don't know why God made this world the way it is .The world of man . every one wants to make out to be something ,but when you don't risk you can't get where you want to be.you have to work hard . especially in Africa .where you have to force yourself .I don't know how to say it but you have to struggle like a motherfucker .you gat to dream hard for you life to be bright .

It feels crazy when you look around and see what happens when you don't work hard to survive in the street.

they all say money is freedom,Power something everyone wants .no want doesn't want to make it in life.sometimes it feels hard when you realize you had a great day.

This is it, everyday I wake up early in the morning to chase my dream and my passion of money.my job is to help travellers who are travelling everywhere around Africa villages .

I struggle daily hoping one day things will be good .I don't fake my lifestyle I struggle ,I fight for what I have .In Africa things are different when it comes to economics and opportunities for the youths .when you look around Africa villages everything and everyone wants opportunity to work.

it feels weird bad been raised by a step father .Why do we use drugs ?the make us forget the pain we have and the world we are in.