i came up eating rice n eggs(spam on the special days)
having one pair of sneakers til the sole broke off
celebrating when my unc gave me his old jordans with the powder blue padded leather even tho they was fukked up
$2 in food stamps for lunch from my mother. chinese spot had 2 wings and fries for $2
if i found a quarter id get a quarter juice
roaches and mice in the crib
dope fiends in the staircase
rats outside the apartment
gun shots every night
and i never felt poor because i never forgot where my family came from.
we still ate everyday and we slept under a roof everyday and we had clothes everyday and occasionally we got video games. we were millionaires compared to how my parents came up in DR
just to show ya how bad it was for them
my pops had an older brother who died of hepatitis when he was 9. my pops and him were both sick, but they only had enough money to treat 1 of them and since my pop's brother was a tough kid and always bounced back, they treated my dad instead. pops still hurting over that and he was 7 years old when it happened.
