grew up in the lower bottom section of west oakland. Seen way more coke and crack than any little kid is supposed to see. My aunt was a fiend, my mama was a weekend warrior, and we all lived together above a crack house. I didn't have my own bedroom so i slept on a pallet on the living room floor where fiends would walk past my head all night goin in an out of my aunts room. My aunt used to hold bundles so nikkas would come to my house to reup and drop off at all hours of the night also.
blah bla blah fast foward to when i was 13 i tried to shoot a dope fiend with a 22 rifle in broad daylight because he played me for 40 dollars worth of work. None of that shyt seemed wrong at the time![]()
How did you turn out?