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"I finally start writing my book, I know it's going to take a while because I'm free styling it and really don't know what all I'm going to talk about, it took me a couple of hours to write this, but I do know it's going to be fire πŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏπŸ‘‡πŸΏ I'm writing this book for humanity, whom stuck in an abyss, at an standstill not knowing which way to go. My this book give you the light, knowledge and wisdom you need to veer you on the right path of your journey in life. In this book I will share my miscellaneous thoughts about certain things, situations, and aspects in the matter of life, that I have experience first hand to alter my way of thinking about the worldly ways, how music have an substantial impact with raising our children, how we hold so much value in materialistic things that have no meaning, how the government give our women free benefits to hinder their progress from being successful because their content and comfortable living month to month, how we try to live above our standards by purchasing things that we barely could afford,"

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never ignore a helping hand

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As a kid i always fancied drug dealers with their goldteeth,chains,and rings
that was my definition of a man because that was only around my atmosphere,
plus my mother widowed,so no farther figure,so whom could i look up too,...
i never meet an real working men until i went to the fifth grade and got my first male teacher Darron Smith
by than i already looked like an miniature drug dealer,with one chain and two permanent gold teeth,that my aunt Brenda Thompson tried to persuade me to remove,my twin brother Kary Waiters listened but not me because i thought i was too cool,
plus all the girls was attached to me like an parasite in school,
so you couldn't tell me nothing,
i wasn't selling drugs than,i just mimic their style,a young loss bastard running wild,
but i was never a dummy with schoolwork, i just didnt bring it back because the dog always ate my home work,
because after school i will be on mischievous escapades,until i came home at 11 something at night,that was after all of the neighborhoods fights,an neighborhood supportive by the name of ms. Monique Howard and my fifth grade teacher took a liking to me and some of the boys at my elementary school, like Jeremy Mitchell, Terrence Washington, Alton Franklin, norris issac, Dion E. Spriggs, craig banks abd many more,
so they form an basketball team just to give us structure in our life at the salvation army because our neighborhood school didn't provide one,
its like they became our mentor,coach,teacher,and even parents,
discipling us through basketball and taking us out to places and events that we probably would of never went
and rewarded us when we improved,that made me feel like somebody paid attention,
and now since i learned the vaule of an dollar,i dont know how them two was supporting us alone wgen they was penny pitching, as long we was learning and happy that was they mission,
as time started proceeding i slowly for surely started drifting away, the love for the streets had got the best of me,than i stop coming around because i felt like an black sheep,i know if i would of never ignore the helping hands, i would of never had this loooong rap sheet!!!!!!! true story

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twistedbeauty says:

real write. keep it up.

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