face of struggle

They call me a risk taker, because I choose to elevate at a rapid rate, no matter what the stakes may be. I try to move with swiftness, at times it seems effortless, even to me. They call the place I live a jungle, so that makes me a contender to become KING. Who am I? The face of struggle, the streets is where they breed the thoroughbreds like me. I had to fight threw out my life. Respect isn't given, its earned so I had to get mine. A prison term is certain, its only matter of time. My odds of success are a million to one, although I continue to try. The odds of death before my time, are one in five. I believe I can make it out the streets, with very little doubt in my mind. Im not a stranger to a life of struggle, its success and wealth I'm trying to find.