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SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCK

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    By Afolabi Kayode 

    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    The ones who look up to the goddess of luck
    Our teenage years was spent in the gutter
    Starve of the love of a mother
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knocks
    Schooled in the ghetto
    Three square meal is a miracle
    The hope of another day is fickle
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knocks
    Who knows no peace like the hands of a clock
    No one to rely on like a rock
    To survive we have to be hard at work
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    The ones who are rejected by the society
    For choosing a fate that is filthy
    to survive we have to be witty
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    The ones whose life is crock
    Our plight they mock
    Cause we refuse to be their flock
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    we have no other means but to toil
    We will continue to use our blood, sweat and tears
    to wet the soil
    Until we eventually soar
    SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCK
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    The ones who look up to the goddess of luck
    Our teenage years was spent in the gutter
    Starve of the love of a mother
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knocks
    Schooled in the ghetto
    Three square meal is a miracle
    The hope of another day is fickle
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knocks
    Who knows no peace like the hands of a clock
    No one to rely on like a rock
    To survive we have to be hard at work
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    The ones who are rejected by the society
    For choosing a fate that is filthy
    to survive we have to be witty
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    The ones whose life is crock
    Our plight they mock
    Cause we refuse to be their flock
    .
    We are the ones from the school of hard knock
    we have no other means but to toil
    We will continue to use our blood, sweat and tears
    to wet the soil
    Until we eventually soar
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  • Oyin Young: Sunday, 29 January 2017 at 00:09:00
  • Label(s): Afolabi Kayode , Poems
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