If i thought my dads Mexican and drugged friends were scary, i had no idea what that word meant until one tragic and life changing day. From birth I was taught to be strong, not show weakness, not cry, not love, not care about anything but money. Because money makes people happy right? I was taught the only way i would stay alive is if i was tough. For being raised around guns and drugs, you would probadly imagine me to be a cruel bitch. Half of that is true, maybe if the busting had never happend id be dead.
It was one summer in 2008, an August as a matter of fact. My madre had given brith to my brother in may, so he was still only months old. And i was 5. Well it was a semi sunny day you could say, my brother, mom and me had all walked to Fred Myers, it was a few blocks away from our apartments.
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Inside The Gangsta Life
ActionMama ain't raise no fool Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool Papa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the streets Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me But I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody. All these...
