Life is full of depression everytime i woke up i find it too difficult to explain my life i gat no reason to be in this life cause, it's hard to survive it's hard to survive everytime i woke up i go to the street to look for what to eat to know what's next to cater for myself to find what's next to mingle with the right ones to be in the right circle so that when next i wake up i can find myself in where i want that's why i gat to wake up cause i gat to make it i need to keep on surviving i gat to make it cause am a survivor i get to make it i need to keep on surviving if that's what's next