Save your mockery,
It’s just our soles that are worn, not our souls.
Our paths may be rugged, we may be starving,
but 3y3 mmer3, our time will come too.
Though hardships may weigh, our spirits shall climb,
for in the darkest hour, we'll rise in time.
This hunger is only preparing our stomachs for the feast to come,
join the countdown, poverty's subscription will soon be over.
Aka y3 last, but we still believe in the grind.
With grit in our veins and fire in our soul, we carve our path towards our ultimate goal.
God is at work; we've not been forgotten!
