lol growing up my life was hell
looking at all these dudes forget it oh well
momma had so many baby daddys i think i took the wrong one to show and tell
showing off different men like i knew my mommy sin
but back then i started to pick up that pen
art was a big thing to me when i first turned ten
earlier it was just something of my older ken
the big dreams, they take a great mind other wise i wouldn't be waisting my freaking time
how many people know about that knock life taking every last bit of a fiens dime
here have a piece of my dream luckiest dealer with a marksmen killer
raised by wolves out of the gutter call me a young gunna
shh please and hop on my wings and take a trip to a place called big dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used to be artistic at ten, until the school system took it away from me.