by Mindyours
When I was twelve-years-old my dad got shot. All I ever wanted was revenge. I got so caught up in going to shoot the sucka that shot my pops.
After all that stuff happened I started to really get in the streets. I started robbing people to get my money right. I started to fight any and everybody.
What really hit was when my mother left my brother and me for another man. I felt so alone and I had to raise my little brother. I was so young so I started robbing more people to make more money to feed my brother and me. Sadly, my granny was a drunk, my brother was always out in the streets and my sister was too busy with her boyfriend. We didn’t have anybody, so some nights we wouldn’t eat. I use to cry every night asking God why me?
Then a couple years later my mom tried to come back into my life like if everything was cool.
She took my childhood away because I had to raise her kid. I was a child raising a child. I will never forgive her.
People judge me but don’t know what I have been through. People don’t like me but don’t feel the pain I have lived.