It's not about what you know. It's about using what you know how to survive when you're at the lowest of the low. Being able to take care of the only pair of shoes on your feet. Being able to find a meal to eat. Finding a roof over your head to sleep. Having to keep your mental right when experiencing defeat. Because going from a penthouse suite to being homeless is enough to make someone want to put themselves six feet deep. But somehow, someway you tell yourself that you can get through it, that through the struggle, your life is meaningful though the world treats you like youre useless, ask for help from other people and they keep giving you excuses. When you're winning, everyone knows you. When youre not, they even your own family is like "who's this?"