growing up, i didn’t have the most, my father was in and out, and my mom was a ghost, it sucks, cus i make this rap as i go, and everything that i say, will remain the truth, i feel like, ive matured way too fast, not in the way thats grown, just in the way i carry stress, i like to dream, dream about a life, a life with two parents, who would never fight, dream that pills didnt take my own mothers life, and dream that my father chose me over budlight, but thats another dream, i still have more, like being successful, and showing my kids what moms are good for, and this is what i meant by the phrase i’ve matured. but its true, i cant speak for the future, but i can speak, for what i wish for, i wish more people would have the faith i hold, not religiously but mentally its my pot of gold, without it i would someone im not, i wish my mom could see MY version of pot, dont get me wrong, i still do dumb things, and maybe one of those is wishing for some fame, i dont know im still just a kid, a kid with high hopes whos not a idiot, a kid who considers themself stronger then the rest, but also a kid who knows how it feels to be depressed, my favorite phrase is character development, because without all these things, id be irrelevant.