I didn't grow poor but i didn't grow rich, it wasn't easy through life but we hustle on the street. I would look at some of my friends and get some headaches, grew with the comply, no self esteem we didn't have money for feed, it wasn't funny but still we couldn't pay that price life wasn't good but still i drink stories with some of my mens from the hood. Drama everyday momma use to say pray for better days, now the better days are here. This my success story.