I have lived through poverty all my life,

No hope for  a better future or plan to be a wife.

I have seen bad things a occur out side,

I also knew a guy that took a stolen Cadillac for a ride.

The houses on the hills are what I dream of,

So I may one day look upon the city from above.

I was to young to realize that I was poor,

Always looking out the window for more.

To know I will one day comeback,

It makes me think why I would run back.

I can’t escaped what I have been through,

All I can do is hope for a better life.