What poverty Made

My struggles my pain came at the price of pleasure, had to eat at any measure. My fallen Soulja's are fallen treasures, in those streets we sworn to stand or fall together. Hustle work for every nickel or dime. I take full accountability for actions, yet poverty is the number one creator of crime. Well we just wanted the American dream, American gangster. Oh how we made America scream.  Criminality oh what a American scheme. I say this is what poverty made.  I am strong bold and unafraid,  free under God's shining sun, may he bless my darken shade.  For the life I have lived I will never trade for my sufferings wisdom is what I was kindly paid.  Drugs guns and incarceration, self degradation lost and confused. But I am now blessed with illumination, I am now humble from life's humiliations. I'm resistant consistent strong to the bone, blessed with the power of rejuvenation.  I will survive any condition any situation, my inner strength is what I use to reach a higher mental station. A better life is what I am chasing. I'm not a thug I am a man God loves I am a revelation. See I am what poverty made, strong bold and unafraid. I àm God's right side I am his shining blade.