Am just a little boy, Without a golden spoon nor people who cares, Always in the street with the hope that I can turn things around, Sitting down under a hot Sun, Talking to myself and praying in my heart, Counting the few cash I have made some far from the day's struggle, closing the eyes of my mind from trying the unjust ways I can easily go out of my situation. Having a breath in me is a hope, My tears my challenge, My mind my consultant and my strength my weapon, If I believe I can Win, You can also... See you at the top...
