I - P F M

Life is hard when your not spoiled with money.
Like the bee I protect myself and collect my own honey.
Relatives and friends I get little from them.
That’s why I made this poem to let you know I P F M.
See I became a man around the age of nine.
When my mom said pay for your own shit, I replied ( FINE ! ).
Age fourteen it got rough, even my best friend stole from me.
So I started to hustle and maintained collecting my own money.
You know it feels good when your able to treat your breeze.
And with all the money I’m making now, I’m just taking it easy.
Now I’m 16, and steadily working on my wealth.
I love when I can say ( I Provide For Myself ).