living in poverty is a hard life no one to trust no one to look back to have you went to bed knowing you won't sleep wake up in the morning knowing you won't eat I'm not complaining it's just growing up in the nothing everybody thinking I'm white and preveliged looking on the inside knowing I'm not living lavished no I'm just like you I just don't have to keep a tool hide my pain behind Molly every night momma would say she sorry mom ik you tried ur son is not a man he still a guy I'm steady learning from my mistakes that is why everytime I look at you my heart breaks momma ik you proud idk what of ur son still fucked up doing these drugs that's why I'm still on my knees begging God for mercy already got it once tho ik it's getting to much to ask of