Growing up in Compton might be hell, but that's my home. Guns, drugs, drive-bys, murders, a regular day in Compton California. I swore I'd never leave Compton. I loved Compton. I loved the people of Compton. My family taught me how to survive in Compton with or without them. My brother got shot and killed. He still had his life to live.
Dying at 17 with a fresh record deal and a family, it hurts. I have another brother, but nobody could take Jevon's place in my heart. I loved my family, but I've been beefing with my oldest brother, George for years now. I was never around when I was younger. I was pulled out of my family's home and put into a foster home. I guess that's what they do when your mother is a Hoover Crippelette and your father is a Nutty Block Crip. Once I was 15, I went back to living with my mom. Compton High is where I received my education.
I had many scholarships and had my mind set on Washington State, but shit happened and they found drugs on me. I decided to live with my brother, George in Bellflower. Next thing I know, I'm getting shot and ended up in a coma for two days. Thank God I lived to see many more days after that. 2 years later, my oldest son, my twin, Harlem Caron was born. Now I'm living the life I've always wanted to live.
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