No one to anyone in this world except his struggling family, he schemes.
He sits on the corner, making his living, scheming, to one day enjoy life's luxuries.
He's not proud of his living, it's not what his young life was meant for.
It's not him, but it's all he knows, it's what his poverty stricken world has made of him.
It's something you know nothing about.
You've never been stuck in his world of empty cries for help.
You've never had this cold world catch you in a storm.
You can't knock something you know nothing of, please
don't knock his hustle.