The Begins
I thought by moving to utah that my problems would go away. it got bigger, stronger. I'm from Las Vegas the city of sin. a place where life is what you make it
i moved to get away from the nonsense. I wanted to finish college to better myself
in engineering and got a job offer.
i met my lovely wife we have two beautiful children that are the world to me
until a phone call changed everything.
Chapter 1: Choices
My name is Dangelo Woods Jr, i'm 27 years old now my childhood wasn't so great
i was bullied growing up with a bad stuttering
had parents that are the world to me but never understood a young man growing up in the streets of vegas. not having a lot of friends feeling like a nobody. girls were another problem never had the game to approach them so i window shopped looking in the distance but never able to take home. i was always that smart guy in school but never applied myself. i got c's my parents worked so much it felt like a wave of a hand. moments of acknowledgement.
that world last all throughout my school career until i became a freshman in college.
been taking online classes to get my general studies out the way. i worked in a office fixing computers as a part time job.
i wasn't happy doing that i hated my life. somedays i wondered if i killed myself would life be better? maybe that's strong isn't
i don't wanna struggle any more
Suicidal Thoughts
Chapter 2: Change
i wanna live again, no more pain, nor sorrow, not holding back the years, walking out the grave as a new man. but that's not reality the only time i feel great is when i smoke the cancer sticks and drink. it makes me become the man i wanna be
in those moments i see what i see want clearly. i bullshit around on the computer applying to mad stuff i dont even remember. feeling whats the point fuck it.
most of the time when i apply myself i don't get the credit i deserve food for thought. when are we gonna live our dreams and give back what the world needs hope?
Chapter 3: The Move
they say watch the company you keep. i believe that statement to be true
i watched my friend john grow into a badass but he needed me as a big brother and as a father. day after day since we were little i preached to him about being better by
getting out of the hood. Yea Yea John would say. if you wasn't my dog i might have punched you by now. i laughed it felt good not being judged for once.
Saturday February at 6 p.m. would haunt me forever. it started like every morning smoke,drink,relax,school,work, and call john to chill.
he didn't sound the same like usually.
i rushed over his house knock on the door he opened i never saw rage in someone's eyes until now. i asked john what's wrong " they killed my little brother over a basketball game, a damn basketball game. i'm so sick of the gun shots, looking over my shoulders every minute, fighting everyday. when is it gonna stop
they expect a nigga to get out the hood but have to stay in to survive. thats bullshit man and whoever those cats were they're dead.
as much as i wanted to talk positive to change his mind he was right.
