Growing up in Brownsville where the Motto is "Never ran and never will". I knew I had to get out of the hood. Anything you wanted you had to fight for, the more you fought he more you couldnt stop its like like the motion of the clock You know clockwork, running from the shootous, because the thugs had to prove that their glock work. Looking at teen mothers and fathers that promised them broken dreams and this was all in my house. The smell of Marijuana smacked you once you walked into the fall all the faces staring making you feel so small. Then had to call me Hoolywood because I went to High School out the hood but they never knew my sruggle. Wondering where your father was and why he didnt love you. Rags to riches I was dteremined to be on the road to success never complaining one night about the stress. Nevertheles I put a S on my chest and pressed on forward. Dreams of Howard and Yal made my yell because i was stuck i my own hell. Smoke inhalation begame to overtake my determination as i fell into temptation, but stopped before I created damnation. When i am the one voice that could probably save this damn nation. We have fallen slaved to the name brand and clothes, the bros before hoes and lost track of our goals. I come from where everyone wants to be a model and a rapper and lost sight of being scholars. From rags to riches I'm trying to move farther. The first to make it to college out of my household, gave my younger sister a dream to hold as they reach for their goals. Growing up in Brownsville and making to Aurora, New York to a private college. Im not saying that its easy, money is tight and ends never meet, but i do what i can to stay on my feet. But I never forget where I come from, its something I cant from from. Its tie for a change and it starts with me, its time to bring SUCCESS BACK TOT HE STREETS.