Abeg allow me hawk my talent like pure water because I have seen dreams get hijacked, but dem born me with fire in my chest, Na why I no fit give up. No silver spoons, just bent forks and broken plates But I learned how to win. I have met so many buddies along the way and many have met me. I have made good friends and friends have made me good. In the end? I will build a brand from pennies and pain, and write my name in the rain. I will hawk my name. Not just for riches or fame, but to rewrite my story and sell my craft.