As A Kid, I Dreamed About Being

The Streets Respect Me Because I Kept It Real With Me. You Gotta Be Real With Yourself, And The Streets Recognize Game.

When I Was Five Years Old I Was Molested And Just, You Know. I Remember Feeling, Literally Right Before It Happened, I Just Could Not Believe That This Person Was Going To Do This To Me. That Thing Followed Me All My Life. The Shame Of Thinking My Molestation Was My Fault - It Led Me To Believe I Wasn't Worth Anything.

It Hurts When You Have To Smile And You Don't Want To Smile, But The Best Thing To Do Is To Smile.

It Was Only For Two Years, And I Jumped From Family To Family. It's Very Scary.

I Don't Know What Kind Of God The Rest Of Y'all Are Serving, But The God I Serve Says, 'mary, You Need To Be The Hottest Thing This Year, And I'm Gonna Make Sure You're Doing That.'