With the status of poverty without a fish;
I was taught in the ghetto,
With much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto,
Without the Statue of Liberty to salute.
But this way was part of my maturity;
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket.
.My hard life started when I lost my dad at 13.My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd to school, but I dropped out, and left the house cause my mama say I'm good for nothin, so I'm out since I only got one life to live,
In the ghetto with hard life and struggles all day which comes away with troubles but later I saw my man dj jimmy jatt doing it on the screen with scracthes and mixes of hip hop and I said to my self this is the dream but how can I survive it with this misery and poverty?