came out my momma's p*ssy, I'm on welfare. 20 years old, still on welfare. My parents were teachers in Oakland in the mid-90s, so we got bounced out of Cali pretty quick because we couldn't keep up with the housing prices
The thing it took me a while to realize about being poor, and you really can't underestimate this, is it's almost impossible. You can survive on being poor, but it's incredibly difficult to start working a 9-5 job when you have nothing, just hopes and dreams. Because the second you start, you realize the the food you eat is trash and you're tired all the time, and your neighbors are terrible. It never occurs to you how bad you're doing, until you try to leave it.
It's not fair, a "Steak" to a poor person, because of corporations, is now like two different cow steaks glued together. The bones in your meat have protein deficiencies. And that's what you look forward to! Most of the time, you're eating McDonalds or something, drinking a lot of soda to stay awake. I don't care if you're white, black, puerto rican, purple - the way corporations pulled the rug out from under people, replacing local butchers with cheap filler food is not funny.
You're poor, so you eat terrible food, and then you sleep on a couch your whole childhood because what else are ya gonna do. Now my neck gets thrown out when I sleep. I have weird nerve disorders in my face. I feel like an old man and I'm barely out of the teenage years. I always thought I was a terrible athlete, I'm pretty sure my muscles are just made out of high fructose corn syrup.
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