“Mamaa… hustla bila amdition si hustla……..”
Dawns first rays warm the earth beckon in readiness of a long journey for him,
Noon’s harsh glare shows the route that is for him,
The stars of night he is so fond of welcome him.
“Kuchomwa na jua na kunyeshewa na mvua……..”
This is the life of a real hustla, day and night, no holiday,
Misunderstood by wannabes, who don’t know what in reality lay,
The behind the scenes crudeness in truth can be gray.
Maisha ni harsh ugly….. vifo ni hour after hour……”
Sad but it’s the reality,
Not only for him, but for everyone, this a hustla knows with clarity,
This is why he hustles for more than mere vanity.
“Wzup mamamai…..Wazeya tumefika……..”
His boyz, some OK, some I don’t know what!
His crew, thru thick and thin, no matter what!
His friends, Men who stick close, hustlaz or not.
“Aaaagh mamaa mi ni mwanaume……“
A man he is, with things that are important in his life,
His family, his boyz, his music, his happiness and his strife,
And among the many who love him, the woman waiting to be his wife.
“Kwa hii ndoto kweli sitaghathabika………“
With God, his very achievable hopes,
his reachable goals,
and the realization of all his good dreams.
“Nita kaa kando kutazama…….”
God told me a secret about him,
He is going to get all the good coming to him,
And I believe that He will lead him to a greatness befitting of him.
“Don’t feel sweet or you’ll taste sour!” ,
he likes to say
This is the story of a very special someone……………………………
……………………………… Mfalme, A tru Hustla
…………………………………………………..amare poeta
Outside my mind 