Reality, Pt. 4

Times changed was dealing with so much pain
 But at the same time it's alot that I overcame
 Went from hungry last year now dressing in cashmeres
 It's just a bag I won't brag cause I struggled the past years
 I had a empty fridge would eat me a stale bagel
 Thanksgiving Day with only me at the table
 No friends or family demons surrounding me
 Sometimes I had thoughts of jumping off the balcony
 But um, I kept chewing on Doublemint bubblegum
 Leftovers in my stomach more like pieces of crumbs
 Around the wrong crowd they telling me "hit the blunt"
 My father don't want me like we don't want Donanld Trump
 I was tryna keep it cool for my mammy
 Them long lines standing in that food pantry
 Wasn't a joke, losing my hope
 Got bags under my eyes looking like a wrinkled tote
 It was no sleep at all pissed in the bushes, no stalls
 Found a home then we was gone then more leaves than fall
 On my mama this shit was trauma
 Ain't have a solid number so how could we see a comma?
 While I was sleep it was rats running over my mom feet
 Just so she could work to get us something to eat
 Lets get deep, I'm hurting as I speak
 When life paid you dust just get a broom and sweep
 At 11 who you telling everything was hand me downs
 Jumped and stomped by 20 people while others stand around
 Nobody helped, everyday I felt invisible
 School so grimy the principal don't even got principles
 Once I turned 12 it was all hell
 Roaming the streets looking for D when I couldn't even spell
 Fighting demons with a poker face like everything swell
 Let's fast forward let me show you how my life has failed
 Remember them nights with no lights or gas?
 Washing up at the sink tryna clean my ass with cold water
 My entire body was freezing best believe it
 Jesus put me here for a reason
 15, fucking on a man that's 35 good in the beginning
 Then ate my soul alive fooled myself thinking its love
 The way he layed with me
 But all we ever did was fuck and went to KFC
 It's sad, I degraded myself hated myself
 All this because I wasn't raised with a belt
 I know mama I hurt you staying out pass curfew
 You deserve to sit back but I overworked you
 Remember when my music got 11 plays?
 Mama we here now these the better days
 So I'll be damned if I let a nigga take it away
 They body dropping in a instant like they break & escape
 Never going back to them old days of seeing them low plays
 So I entertain these niggas like I'm giving them roleplay
 The greatest things comes to the ones that waited gotta be patient
 It's about organization all my albums got my wallet on Fat Albert
 I donate to the shelters money, toys, and flowers
 We was in it more than hours the feeling was sour
 300 people in one household using the same shower
 People got some fucking nerve to be mad that they rent due
 When people out here on the curb with covers and ripped shoes
 The homeless be the ones with good hearts I feel bad
 Cause they put everyone first by giving away they last
 Think about it!