The Hood ain't The Same

Everyone has a Past

It was when I was a child. No when I was young and limitless, my dad was suffering from drug addictions possibly even more than I imagined, although my brothers and sisters shared differences I followed the same. The best part of waking up is being able to breathe, breathing Weed, that's what kept me going, we'd go out in the fields just to get a glimpse of higher echelon, my mom, we'll take a look at white moms, coloured have a higher chance of trauma due to racism.
I knew my mom wasn't always looking for the same, she deemed to see greater, that's what she knows about life, how greater it can be if you could just dream and see it come true.
Well everyone knows Mr. magic, at least where I grew up, he was thee best Hip hop DJ in my hometown. New York!
Who doesn't know anything about New York.
The streets, food, tourist, music, anything you could imagine, who knows we're the best rich city thanks to Mr. Donald J Trump, he helped us bankrupt and created over 5,000 jobs, especially donated more than I could ever imagine, who else knows they serve the best hotdogs here.
Best of all Brooklyn State.
Followed up to the death of John Rivas Aka Mr. Magic, everyone was going nuts, I mean the news wasn't really accurate, I always had a feeling they were holding lies of some sort, I mean it was 2009, I guess it was all a dream back then, the Afghanistan war was still going on, I had felt it was wrong sending innocent soldiers to a territory that isn't even claimed by The U.S
They had a death sentence, it was a blood bath, thanks to the Deep state media and the Q Anon organization, I had my spiritual awakening, not really a spiritual type of guy, but humble about it too I figured out to break the cycle. I guess some of us are lucky to be alive, I mean who can't understand the fact our world is coming to an end, it cannot just be me right?
After a few weeks following Mr. Magics death I decided it was best if I started a side hustle, my family's income wasn't as great, and I needed to put food and money on their table.
I started to hang around the thugs, and the killers, I know it may sound crazy but, I had to earn eight hundred a night.
Today was a rough day following November 21st, I lost a couple of grand
Those aren't retrieve able, although I had a few hundred dollars hanging around my home.
My mom wasn't really having it. A person you could just get to know, flips out on you.
I guess everyone has a past. A unfortunate one for sure.