Full credits go to: StrongerThanIWas On wattpad! You have a story. like everyone else. you were an only child, your father abused and cheated on your mother and when you were nine your father left you and your mother and your mom ended up working two jobs trying to get money. most days you would spend alone. on your 18th birthday your mother passed away. She left some money to you but now enough to pay for a house so you bought a trailer you worked in the Detroit stamping from 9 to 5 as a means of getting by. you got pretty good pay for it as long as you was on time. Unfortunately, you also didn’t have a car so you usually have to take the bus. You were something of a raptor could run as easy as your ABC’s, but the thing is you’re white rap was a black game except for Vanilla Ice who basically ruined rap for all white people out there who could wrap. So, for now, you worked at the stamping only wrapped when you were alone, and as far as everyone else was concerned, you were white trash.