What it means is just the Once Upon A Time of the lifestory

People always come to me how is that, what is that, girl you got skills. But what they dont know is that it be comming to me like drills. Drills drills I cant get them out of my head. Its like a madness a sickness I cant go to bed. I swear one day my mother will regret singing those lullabies and that Good Night Moon. Cause these rhymes are coming out of me like a typhoon. What rhymes with date, mate what rhymes with shoes, too, I just cant stop. I hope this life will never end no clock sound of a tick-tok. I ve got so much to say its just pouring out. Feeling better than that little tea spout. People call me weird they call me strange. But what they don't know is that poetry is not a game. I release angry, Iam fly, Iam free. But thats just the beginning I learn how to really be me. No strings no snares and thank God no stares. Ive lived a sheltered life while others were partying I was studying. Not with books and homework but yes I was studying. What then, my craft, my craft, the one you see here today. Feel the rhymes the way they sway in your ears. This your first time hearing this but trust me I've been doing this for years.