I’ve fought hard to survive out in the streets. I did what I thought it took to survive and to eat, there were a lot of times that I doubted another day, but I sacrificed pieces of myself to find the way.
I stood for the most part, alone in the game, taking my own chances at ghetto fortune and fame. The streets can be cruel, relentless, and unkind, and they truly test your heart, soul, and mind.
It’s said that the game is cold but it’s fair, but most don’t understand what that means or care, because it makes you pay with blood and tears, and it makes you for life and not just for years.
I have stood by and watched others fall short because it gave me an advantage of some sort. I know what it is to hunger, need shelter, and to thirst, and I know what it is like to go from bad to worst.
These are the roads that I have traveled down, this is where I come from and what I’ve been around, I need you to understand this so you can truly see, that this experience has been part of my reality.
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