I wanted give you guys a little something about me, so here it is. Let's just say I grew up on the crime side, New York. Staying alive was pretty hard and my Mom always bounced off of men. So my mom got in trouble a lot and we moved to "Shaloin" land. I fell in the wrong group and got started in the drug loot bussiness. it got me started and all, I got in a few fights and had a few guns. But that was just a dream.. I started smoking and doing drugs. I ran a lot from the cops, making my way up fire escapes, all for crack speed and weed. The combination of those three made my eyes run with blood (dont ever try it). More and more crime for me, life didnt get any good. I wore the same damn sweater. This is very tough.
I joined a gang/clique and went all out. It was sick as hell. I made more money than ever in a week.. I did get caught, and went to jail (next paragrap)
Anyways, more emotional side of me. Im twenty two and still struggling. Im barely surviving. I can't sleep because the stuff in the world is bad. I was a man with a dream to make money, which failed (here it is) I went to jail when I was 15 or so. This was because I sold drugs and tried to get a clutch of what I couldn't. The court played me, so I faced more jail time. I was handcuffed and placed in a back of a bus (there was like 40 people in there too). I dont understand how life is so short but so ruff and unforgiving. I made so many mistakes. But, as the world kept going I learned that life was stuff. Living in that jail cell didnt feel any different then living in the world. When I got out I continued smoking and stuff. I dont know why I did. I guess I do it when I get depressed, but right now I'm still depressed. What is it even worth? I sought the world, who told me that working hard kept away all of the heart aches and would let me be stable. I suffered through corrupt cops, crack, and kids wanting to kill me. Sometimes there was stray bullets too in the neighborhood, which were dangerous. I just wanted to let you guys know to not get caught up in this stuff. So it was left up to me to give you guys the truth. I wish you hear what I am telling you.
Neglected? It's got to be taken and you have to accept it. Life is awful, and you think you have it bad.
sorry if there are any mistakes
-retz
