Am I ungrateful? I want it all so quick,

But how could you blame me, when I couldn’t even grow up under bricks

Trailer park living, a gust of wind make you feel like your house made of sticks,

Make matters worse drugs ruled the family,

Coming up I wondered if my daddy’s name was Uncle Danny,

If you slow up you’ll catch it,

 Kind of hard to be honest while making sure your family’s protected

I don’t mind giving my story of pain, while sharing the blame,

At the time I might have done anything for a dollars gain

So please don’t be misconstrued although my stories true

I played a major part to my life of blues

From a high school dropout, to GED taking,

Going on my third year of college, I learned life is surely what you make it.

I look at what I came from, realizing I’m a lucky one.

May be hard to believe someone could find peace, after growing up in the streets

Its like,

I’ve been blessed,

Was given less,

But still progressed,

An when I really think about it, it could be worse so never will I stress,

2600 dollars in debt, bursar’s office got me hanging by my neck,

Still I reject,

 Everyone who neglects,

 The significance of a baby step,

So if I only receive a dollar or two, from scholarships in which I’ve wrote a few,

Then without a doubt that’ll do!