You know, people said you were all wrong for me.
That I was high class and you were ghetto.
That I was educated and you were nothing but a zero.
People assumed you were a thug with substance abuse,
They didn’t know all that you refused.
I heard them say you changed me, that I am different.
It’s true, your love made me equivalent.
I no longer lie, I no longer hide. I can defend myself, I can identify my wealth.
If only those people had what I have, they wouldn’t be hating; they wouldn’t be mad.