by Sneakz
March 27, 2003, the day I came busting out of my momma’s womb. I was born in Redwood City, CA., but raised in South City, also known as South San Francisco. When I was little I was always that one kid who was always getting into trouble, and I mean always!
Preschool was fun. My teacher caught me kissing this girl one time and she told me that she was going to tell my parents. When my dad came to pick me up that day my teacher pulled him aside and they were talking for a cool minute. When they came back I thought I was going to get hit. But my dad was telling me next time to just go hide somewhere so that I wouldn’t get caught. The point is my dad was chill, so that made me get close to him.
Fast forward a couple of years. Later, on May 25, 2011, my pops died from cancer. That shhh hurt me so I started getting into a lot more trouble. I was in fourth grade when I started getting suspended from school, which I liked, because I didn’t have to wake up early in the morning. My first time getting suspended in fourth grade was because me and my boy were smoking during recess in front of the lunch lady.
Fifth grade was crazy. I remember getting suspended because I set the trashcan in the bathroom on fire. I don’t know how, but they still let me go to Outdoor Ed. which was cool, but they kicked me out because I stole my teacher’s wallet.
Sixth grade I started smoking weed on the daily. I got expelled from my local middle school because I was always fighting. Now I had to go ALL the way across South City and my momma doesn’t drive. So now I had to walk. I would smoke as I walked almost every day. I got tired of walking so I started stealing everything with wheels on it.
I caught my first case when I was in sixth grade at twelve years old. 2015 was the first time I came up in here (to juvenile hall). I wasn’t scared at all because all my boys were already locked up. Not all, but most of them.
Since I was so young, they let me go on the Electric Monitoring Program (EMP) for three months. It was the longest three months ever. When I got off, I was on probation which meant I had to go to school every day and stop smoking. So now I really had to wake up early to get to school on time. I did it for the first couple months, but after a while I started not to give a care. Not just because, but ‘cause I had a lot of shhh going on. So, I started to smoke again. I would get pee tested and then get locked up again. This was the pattern over and over.
I did good for a while, then I got terminated off probation. Around that same time my granny died. So, I started sipping syrup heavily. August 21, 2017, I fell into a coma for two days from the syrup. So I laid back off it. When I got out of the hospital, that same day, my boy got shot in the neck. So I went back to the same hospital, which was crazy, because he was in the room right next door to the room I was in.
I caught another case and they sent me to camp. I was in the last group of kids that was there before they shut it down. Camp was fun. I did shhh I never thought I would like, like taking care of chickens. I built a fence and we hiked nineteen miles in the Sierra Nevada mountains. It was cool. When I got out of camp I was on EMP for one month.
In December, 2018, I got into a little fight with my EMP officer but the judge gave me another chance. Then I caught this current case. It isn’t looking good because of all the rumors the news is saying about me.
I’m writing this for my boy D, and L. Keep The Beat going. This place is boring. I’m just trying to get gone for good, do different things and move a little different.