I woke up like this

Fierce and low budget do not belong in the same sentence

But that was my predicament, the low income dilemna  I was stuck facing.

My parents said I don't need to be flawless

I need God because of all of my flaws

I told them they needed God, for thinkin' a person like me

The queen

Could live off of nothing.

 

Alas I did.

I started from nothing

Growing up on the East Side

To paying my own bills

Snagged me a sugar daddy

And

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