I wake up each day pondering on every single thought, growing up in the non cool side of town where hoodlums are neighbors and i can't seem to understand anything at all.
My parents pray for me to be greater than them, how?? When I don't even get at least three square meals... Where does the strength to be great emerge from..
Well..... I'm still pondering, Who I Am
?? In a world filled with millions of questions and no answers. Im yet to figure out who I am.....