My Name is: Quaneka Dexter

My Age is: 19 Years old

My Challenge is: making my next day better than the last
My dream is: being successful and very happy

“I’m making it”

Day by day people say I can’t

They say I would not be here if it wasn’t for them

They say my daughter is bad and sometimes her appearance isn’t the best

They say I live in a program stressed and not looking toward success

And the worst of them all is, “Oh Shit! You Haven’t Graduated Yet”

They ain’t even all that

Can you believe they say that to me?

Wait, hold up, I think I see her in the crowd

She was all at the homie’s house getting loud

Or was it you?

Was it you?

Naw fuck that Bitch,

I know what to do,

Wanna know how ima get to you?

Im not gone beat your ass

Or kick you with my shoe

Wanna know how ima get to you

By saying “fuck it”

We’re through

When you told me I couldn’t make it

I went to school
I raised my daughter

“I’m making it”

Guess it’s hard for you

You gotta run around town faking it

I got success right in front of me and ima “take It”

I manage to make it under all this pressure

I believe that I’m a fighter and I have neva loss

None of this is true, so what does it cost

your loss

Because you loss a good friend

You loss a Lady Boss!!!