I never really truly did as much as I should have until last year. I live in Cincinnati, but I've only lived here for some 6-7 years. Because of my dads occupation, he frequently changes jobs and moves around, so I've never lived in a place for more than like 6 years my whole life. My dad was actually born and raised in Cincy, but my parents left my ass here and moved away like 2 yrs or so ago. He came to visit because he was speaking at some seminar or something in town, and it was mad random, but he wanted me to go with him to visit the area where he used to live and grew up in.
Brehs, this dude was so fukking poor. The apartments and the neighborhood he used to stay at is actually down the road from where I live now. He showed me the apartments him and his 5 brothers and sisters lived in, and I would have struggled trying to live in that bish myself. Showed my the busted ass school that I've somehow never seen before like right down the road. They closed that shyt down. But it was crazy how far this dude has come from where he was born. Them streets could have ate him alive, but he prevailed.
So yeah. I've always loved him. He's been pretty hard on me my whole life, but it's because he's worked so hard to give me all the shyt he never had. And it ain't like he speaks like a square or anything either. He's a cool ass smooth nikka, and will forever be my dude. Just a respectable ass man
Love you pops
