It's really easy to type out "take small steps" but they go to bed every night in a hole, maybe not even the same one every night and tomorrow they wake up to the same reality of being hopelessly poor, uneducated and judged by other poor, uneducated people. They might want out, but the day unfolds with them looking to get high, hang out with their friends, tell their mom or whomever is supporting them they are looking for work... it never ends. They feed off each other, they might be poor but they have each other and if one of them can score drugs or money or anything, they can all get high. That's their lifetime lottery wish, to score enough money in one take to be set for life, to be a pimp, a street king. College never crosses their minds. That's how it is though when you're raised by your 8 year old brother because mom is turning tricks at the club.
Aint that right Buddy?