Yo, this is my life story comin’ right from the start, Sure, here's a rap song about growing up poor in Kokomo's Vinton Circle Apartments: **Verse 1** Yo, this is my life story comin’ right from the start, Growin’ up poor, it ain't easy, it’s a struggle in the heart, Kokomo, Vinton Circle, where dreams often die, But we rise from the ashes like a phoenix in the sky. Mom’s workin' double shifts, dad nowhere to be seen, Livin' off scraps, days rough, nights ain't serene, Hand-me-downs, goodwill, we dressed in reflection, But poverty taught us strength, real-life lessons and affection. **Chorus** Livin' poor white trash with a heart of gold, In Vinton Circle, our stories unfold, From the bottom, we hustle, never sell our soul, Kokomo struggle but we got dreams to hold. **Verse 2** We'd run around the projects, on the cracked-up streets, Dollar store dreams, and worn-out cleats on our feet, Neighbors just like family, we all knew the grind, The struggle, the hustle, the strength you can find. Crackers on a paper plate, meal of champions, We made the best of it, the ghetto's companions, Love in our hearts, even when pockets were empty, Kokomo pride when the days got heavy. **Chorus** Livin' poor white trash with a heart of gold, In Vinton Circle, our stories unfold, From the bottom, we hustle, never sell our soul, Kokomo struggle but we got dreams to hold. **Bridge** Concrete jungle, but we found our path, Through laughter and tears, through struggles and wrath, We learned the meaning of survive and strive, In the heart of Kokomo, we kept our dreams alive. **Verse 3** Made it out the projects, but never forgot the pain, From the dirt roads to stages, we overcame, No silver spoon, just grit and a dream, Took what we had and made a powerful team. Family in spirit, that’s what kept the hope, In Vinton Circle, learned to live and cope, Now we shine, through the struggle and strife, Grew up poor, but we lived a rich life. **Chorus** Livin' poor white trash with a heart of gold, In Vinton Circle, our stories unfold, From the bottom, we hustle, never sell our soul, Kokomo struggle but we got dreams to hold. **Outro** So here’s to the memories, the nights we dreamt big, To the laughter, the tears, the dances we did, Kokomo raised us, Vinton Circle made us strong, From poor white trash to where we belong.