Living instead of existing before death

This piece extends on how how some witty minds are rebuked. And the way the boy suffers in this writing futher shows that life is lived (Living is more importand, since existing is for every human

Baked and buttered by Mother Nature and her harsh hands
never saw the future but captured the best and everymoment of the City
Sleepless nights are not an illness to this soul
If you got heart I know you feel this.
Young legend of the South beach (Durban). I once had a home instead of wearing ordinary clothes  I wore stripes, from top to bottom/ My name was walker inside those fences/ with strange people claiming to have control of everything, but never saw the true me/ Instead they were just mean and inflicted more psychological harm. Never appreciating the 90s I got, all I got was interrogation/
Time after time my master plan got better, and brighter./ Even though the path to be walked was still dim, Persistence and resistance was all I felt.
Living in a palace but a slave/ The two devils who collided and brought me to this world/ rejected my knowledge "blood is thicker than water".
Finally the big city lights welcomed yet another new lost soul in the inner. But the outer was jolly never mind the blisters and cuts under my feet/ As long as I know that I won't wear stripes day in and day out I'm satisfied. All my sorrow and woes set a side...
At 9 lighting splifts brightened my mentality. No offense but the guy called YOLO really exists.
The good and the bad I have done. Growing up was never easy, survival was the only thing in mind./ I set my mind to live a legacy, behind/ Always scribbling thoughts on fragments which I tore from my cardboard bed. My first name was Mpilo second name Walker. My intelligence never let my new found family sleep with talking stomachs./
Bet Centre was my culture and place of smiles/appreciation was not lacking. my words flourished and kept on cracking. Giving birth to a celebrated street kid. I forgot to tell you that I managed to buy shoes and new plain blue and grey clothed and not forgetting white/ Battles were coming well for me and I made a living through spiting the thoughts I had deep within. Man I had dreamed of this
I was a charity case for a while and became a self-made millionaire by the age of 12.
Little did I know that the city was all lights but also a breeding ground for the likes of Lyons. Tricked me to big recording deals and sacrificed me