Dear poverty First of all, I'd like to start by saying screw you, God created me with love, filled my heart with love, but you came, and replaced it with hate, and now I hate you, I never wanna see you again, you put me through a lot of pain, wave your hand goodbye, as i'm walking away, so long, you did me so wrong, go on, small street was my spot, I used to blame my rents, now that I'm older I'm beginning to understand, sorry dad for being so unfair, I was young and self-absorbed, I hope you forgive me wherever you at, I know I was a pain in the ass, caused you a lot of stress, but I hope you understand, you put me in that cool school, and all of my friends at that school, were kinda cool, and I was poor ngekhanda elikhulu, I tried to fit in, I faked it, and I made it, we laughed, we smoked, we drank, rapping along to Afroman, seeming content, but to me it was all pretense, we did all that, but we weren't good with girls, We went to class under the influence of Durban poison, smoked weed almost everyday,  even on a Sunday, I was a mess, thinking weed will make me forget my suffering, poverty really did a number on me, I thought Hip Hop was the only way out for me, all I ever wanted was to be an MC, I don't even know how I progressed to the next grade, cos I didn't learn anything, it was a miracle, cos I used to go to class, just to write lines, I was this close to start sniffing lines, I remember croc on my Lacoste Tshirt coming off, my Nike sneakers couldn't survive December, I'm trying not to remember, but how can I?, when these stubborn battle scars, refusing to fade away, constantly reminding me of my bad old days, went to school with holes in my shoes, if I had a choice, you Miss Poverty..I wouldn't choose, I still got your scars in my heart, you tore me apart, I don't know how many times did I contemplate suicide, but I was not brave enough, I chickened out, I shouldn't be alive,