Dying of thirst.

Yo! I was born in chitown, went from a boy to a prince. Pops told me don't hang with the wrong group. Growing up , taught myself to be a young troop. Friendship is complicated, to the end Age thirteen, had a homie I couldn't understand. Learned he was a tratior,can't trust backstabbers. Ma drank in excess,later then collapsed after. She reminded me of a candle,waiting to blow. If her wine could talk,"they'll say she gotta go. Love is passion, fake love could be toxic. That's total sense equipped with heavy logic. But little me was I always receiving knowledge. I got siblings and cousins who were pretty hardhead. Life is life,and dreams are just dreams. Men are failure's,because lack of the self-esteem. Age 14, I was studying authentic artists. I got lots of haters,problem is they emotional. Anything I say,leads them to being vunerable. Time flys,the sky cries,I'm not wise otherwise. If I boasted myself,I would be telling lies. Deeply in my soul,carries sacred mermories. Would it be a difference if the president was Hilary.