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As a poem, this is not bad, once I got over the street language, which is a dialect like any other. As a recipe for life, if you're going to reject teachers, parents, friends, and everybody else, you're going to be pretty miserable. Perhaps you really do need to make a bit of an effort to learn what real life is like. (Or are you not like this at all, and just making up an attitude for a person who doesn't exist?)