I`m supposed to be a soldier,
Who never loses composure?
In our hoods we ain`t die of exposure,
We fight hard to escape from the torture,
In our hearts and feelings which have always been low,
Not because of our wishes but coz of the law,
Forward we will move,
From the little we will achieve,
We strike back as we reflect,
The leaders we elect,
Before the sunset,
We rose and made ourselves ready and set,
We struggled though encountered; and outwitted challenges we met,
Though our clothes were made wet.
Forever we wil move forward,
And success in our paths.