Hustler

Soldier of poverty it seemed
But a king of eternal wealth I really am
Persued all the greatness I've dreamed
Now my only slow, is a traffic jam
Failure, I was dared
But my will, agreed not
Now eyes with envy, I'm stared
For all my strive has brought
And further success races
Through winds of demise, no matter how cold
Strategies are checkmate and aces
One day, I will own my gold