i try to survive but it keep getting harder in my life the circumstances wild growing as a getto child momma say well be good but we gone have to stuggle for a while reminising about the good and all the bad kind of crazy how she can make our frowns turn to laughs. house without no lights was forced to play up in the dark as long as we had each other thats all she ever want aint nothing like a mothers love towards her baby she gone love you no matter what no matter how much you drive her crazy she told me how it used to be when it was 1980s we went from brothers and sister to niggas and bitches we went from loving our queen to disrespecting our women. but still and all they wonder why the world treat us different. threw us up im the trenches with out no pot to piss in. living proverty and pain like we was used to living different. jamed in 1 bedroom apartment had to share it with our siblings 100 dollars in food stamps with bout 20 children.