It’s very common to be a fatherless child in the environment i grew up in. everybody is young uneducated just having fun not thinking just living for the moment.
I’m what they call a mistake, i just happened, i was’nt meant to be. for years i always wondered what happened to my father. i wished that one day he would pop up and surprise me but he never did.
All i had was my imagination and my dreams. I would imagine him coming back and changing my life, teaching me how to be a man. Instead i had the hustler, killers, pimps, and drug addicts to raise me.
It was hard to be more then what i was surrounded by but some how i manage to lead my own life and not follow in anybody foot steps. I know rapping is what everybody does now adays but evendoe i aint get a record deal it kinda saved me from alot of
things. It kept me occupied it gave me a hobby to keep my mind away from what was suppose to be my destiny…..