For a long time, I couldn't even afford food and clothing. I climbed from the very bottom of the society.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was just a regular kid in poverty, struggling.
There was an undercurrent of poverty throughout my childhood. We lived with my grandmother in her two-bedroom flat, and I slept with my parents. We had cheap holidays, I had to save for my bike and get a paper round as soon as I was old enough.
I grew up in a very modest house. We were poor-we lived on the poverty level. We all got jobs as young kids.
I did it to myself. It wasn't society... it wasn't a pusher, it wasn't being blind or being black or being poor. It was all my doing.
I had more clothes than I had closets, more cars than garage space, but no money.
It wasn't poverty that drove me on.
I grew up in a very large, poor family.
Growing up, I lived a moderate lifestyle with my family.
I'd always had quite a privileged lifestyle, to be honest. I've never wanted for anything, but I do know the value of things. I'm not, like, a brat.
We had plenty of clothes and no money.