 By the time I got to sixth grade, I figured out we were poor. Then now I started hustling to make money because I got to eat. So I'm selling weed in a park with the older kids so I can buy sneakers, I can buy clean underwear, clean socks, lunch in school, stuff. And once I got on that track of negativity, it just never ends. And once it went from shoplifting from the corner store because I was hungry to selling weed in a park because I needed a couple extra dollars to buy some pants or some socks. And it was just...