The Line between Family and the Streets

Fake is Realer Then Its Ever Been

I Remember Back in the days when I used to always beg.

  I wasn't begging because I wanted I was begging because I needed.  I used to Have to rely on my aunt and my Cousin to make sure I was good.  I got Tired of That ,  I got tired of Needing and Wanting.  I decided from that day on that if I needed something I was gonna get it on my own. Growing up out the Manor I seen real Niggahs go to Jail and Fakes Get Respect.  Staying out Late Became a daily routine.  I grew up around so many fakes it was Like Real People Just disappeared.  I seen blood's Turn Crip , And it was a new Crew everywhere I went.  Only people I knew would never change up was the ones I started with.  One thing I know about them is we all came from the same things,  everyone's life was a little different but in the end we was all the same.  Their the only people I'd Give my last to.  One motto I Learned to live by Is " If I didn't starve with You I Won't Eat with You and If You Didn't Walk With me I Won't Ride For You."  I had to Learn the hard way that not all family was going to have your back. I remember back when I was ten I used to walk to the store by myself.  One day my two cousins came along with one of their friends. Later on while walking back they got closer and closer .

I wasn't thinking nothing of it.  in my Mind they was all Retarded and Bowlegged.  After a while I pushed one them away from me because she kept bumping me . That's when I found out their plan,  I was in the Middle of an Empty parking Lot getting beat on by My Own Family.  when They Finished Laughed at Me.  Crazy thing was they even had the audacity to help me get off the ground.  Then they ran off. As I walked home I leg burned from The bruises they Left and I was on the ground so Long I had Rocks imprinted in my skin.  My Fresh Braids weren't fresh anymore and I had tears running down my face Like they were racing each other.  To Them I was a Punk , To me This was Just The Beginning!