Hard Knock Life

Chapter 1 The Beginning

I come from a place where if you want shit you have to man up in take it.

And prison and early graves were the odds that we were facing.

My life has been far from the televised American dream.

The only thing I knew growing up was robbing, welfare, and government cheese.

The streets I grew up on were ice cold, which in hindsight made my heart a little bit colder.

Only the strong had a chance of surviving, so I lived everyday like a soldier.

I seen a lot of shit growing up in the jungle, shit that most people will never see.

I've seen mothers trade babies for Crack and most fathers were absent as can be.

I as well came from a broken home. My mom was a junkie, and my dad?........ well that nigga was just gone.

I was raised by my grandmother who was my world, and who was so close to my heart.

Unfortunately when I was 16 cancer took her away, and that's where my trouble began to start.

With nowhere to go, I began jumping from house to house.

Shit sometimes there was no house to jump to, and I had to go without.

I dropped out of school and told myself I was going to make riches, or I was going to die in the process.

And that's how I found myself trapped inside my current mess.

I finally built-up the courage to stick up the bank.

I had been plotting for months, I was scoping things out on a daily basis.

I was committing petty crime for so long that I began to become complacent.

I was tired of doing thirty days in jail, for shoplifting, or selling weed on the corner.

Shit if I was going to do the time, I might as well commit a worthy crime.

I could not nickel and dime my way to an extravagant mansion on the lake.

So like a criminal genius I began plotting on the bank.

Every morning a couple of hours before the bank opened, I was there.

I scoped out the perimeter, locating cameras, and anything that would hinder me.

I watched the bank people arrive to work every single day, I knew who drove what, time they came, and what time they went away.

I did so much watching, that I even knew what time they went to break.

I studied, I studied hard, this was an exam that I refuse to fail.

I knew if this bank robbery was successful, that I could be delivered from my hell.

Day in and day out, I showed up like clock work, I was an unofficial employee of the bank.

I wasn't going to let anything or anyone stop me from catching my break.

After months of closely and constantly watching the bank, I began to lay down my plan of action.

I slide through my old neighborhood to see what's happening.