I grew up in Detroit. I was a teen father. I lived on welfare for three years. I have a brother serving life in prison, though I believe he's innocent.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am a son of Detroit. I was born in Detroit.
I was born and raised in Detroit.
I grew up in the east side of Detroit in an area where there was very little, except for a lot of scarcity, poverty and hunger. I never woke up saying, 'I'm an orphan again today, isn't this terrible? Poor me.'
I'm from Detroit. I was from a kind of violent neighbourhood.
Now that I live in Los Angeles, if I meet somebody from Detroit, it's like there's this brother- or sisterhood, where we're real folks.
I was born and raised in the ghetto, on welfare, two minutes from homeless.
Yeah I grew up on the Westside of Detroit.
I'm not excusing crime or those who bring poison into the community, but I do want brothers and sisters in prison to know someone cares.
I grew up on the south side of Chicago, most of that time on welfare. My mother and sister and I used to live with my grandparents and various cousins. We shared a two-bedroom tenement, and the three of us slept in one of those bedrooms and had a set of bunk beds.
My mom raised us three boys by herself on welfare. It's not worse than anybody else's life.