by Momma’s Boy, San Francisco
My mom was the only person in life that I could trust. She is my everything and she never showed disloyalty. My momma made it to every visit, every court date, and she never missed one phone call. All my life my mom made sure I never wanted anything and I never had to question her about a damn thing because she knew what we had going on. My mom was always one step ahead of me and she knew me more than I even know myself and my mom’s relationship was so tight we always had each other. It was unconditional love with us. I’m what you would call a real momma’s boy and I don’t care ‘cause that’s me.
But let’s cut to the chase and start on my life story. So, it all started off as a little child. When I was younger, I was the funniest kid in the section. Everybody in the neighborhood, everyone wanted to follow me and all the stuff I was doing. So, I was like the eight-year-old king pin. I was riding bikes all day and every day. It went from that to going around the whole city riding around with my crew. At first, we were innocent and all out. Then we started doing the wildest stunt double shhh ever and we started having encounters with the police and I was getting myself in some very bad situations for a long time. I was getting away and you know what they say, the cat only has nine lives, or what goes around comes around, or you get seven years of bad luck every time you doing some out of pocket stuff. I can keep going but long story short I ended up getting caught and went to JJC for eleven months and that’s where everything started going downhill. My mom was disappointed, my uncles, brother, sisters, cousins, just everybody. And I don’t know why but for some reason I really didn’t care because at the end of the day I am my own man.
The only one who I cared about was my mom because she was my everything. So, when I got out I tried my best to stay out. I was very successful for a minute, but for some reason I always ended up going back on some dumb stuff. I was very selfish for a long time and everybody was really trying to tell me and get it through my head, but I wouldn’t listen. Everybody was telling to the things that I really loved and care about and I was still being selfish. I was not realizing how fast reality would hit me. But when it did hit me it was the hardest thing in my life and I still haven’t recovered from it. The reality was my mother’s death. When she died it was just crazy. It’s like everything was gone. I don’t want to get into this because I’m going to get really emotional, but let me tell you about my section.
I was born and raised in San Francisco, CA. We were the most underrated, but also the most active in the city because we may be not that known, but we are the most turnt. For example, fourth of July we were out until five in the morning turning up, not worried and that brought my spirit back a little.
With that being said, RIP my momma and God rest her soul. I’m going to finish this piece off with my condolences to my mother, birth giver, my everything, she is gone but will never be forgotten in my eyes. Right now, I’m still in the whole grieving process. My momma watching over me and I know she is going to make sure I’m straight. She will always and forever be there in my heart. At times I feel like giving up, but I know my mom would be encouraging me and be supporting if she was here with me. But now that is gone, all I can do is think about all the good times had and use that as a tool to stay sane. Rest up momma. Love, Momma’s Boy.