My Past Is My Motivation
Never give up
Two years ago i was a rebel student
A clueless human
Who thought didn't have a bright future
Because i thought i was too stupid
For school
Because my mind was polluted
Filled with drugs, gangs and gangsta music
Never thought of going to college
Because i was surrounded with
Gang bangers and crack addicts
Drop outs i knew
That didn't know much of mathematics
I knew i was the smart one out of all of them
But lost hope because i was becoming like one of them
I remember when my "homies" told me i was supposed to live like this
Because i was brown and Mexican
Raised by two undocumented immigrants
Never listened to them
Living on poverty
Is what got me motivated