I grew up in Chicago Il. As a kid I lived in the worst projects and neighborhoods in America. My father's family was from Mississippi and I never met my mother's side of the family. My mother was Japanese (from Virginia) My race is African-American, Native American and Japanese, and because of that, I had to fight all the time, while it didn't help changing schools all through the year. That meant we had to fight all over again. My father was heavily addicted to heroin, coke and alcohol so we...
I grew up in Chicago Il. As a kid I lived in the worst projects and neighborhoods in America. My father's family was from Mississippi and I never met my mother's side of the family. My mother was Japanese (from Virginia) My race is African-American, Native American and Japanese, and because of that, I had to fight all the time, while it didn't help changing schools all through the year. That meant we had to fight all over again. My father was heavily addicted to heroin, coke and alcohol so we had to constantly move either because he spent all the rent money or owed the local dealers. My father also abused us physically, us, meaning me, my brother and sisters as well as our mother. We never had toys and hardly kept food in the house, when we had a house. Sometimes we stayed in shelters or out in the streets in abandoned buildings or under bridges. I was taken by the Department of Children and Family services at the age of ten, this started the second stage of struggle (temporary foster homes and grouphomes that were set up like jails). From there I constantly ran away and hit the streets, not to be cool, but to be free. I went through a lot on the streets (joined a street organization and started handling guns and drugs). I eventually got my GED at 17 and went to college several times but never completed. I started writing and tampering with music early in my life. It was sort of like doing laundry for me (internal laundry), how you put the whites with the whites, the dark with the dark and so on, it helped sort out all the anger and pain. I'm still going through a lot in my life, but I don't blame God or anyone else, I'm just aiming to straighten it all out before that final day of rest. Both of my parents are deceased. The last words I heard from my mother was that she was sick and going away to die. I never heard from or saw her again. I was ten years old. I don't know where she's buried at but I would like to visit her grave site and talk with her once again to get some closure, my father too. No matter what he did to us I still loved him. I felt sorry for his soul, he was human, and came up in slavery, so there circumstances behind his illness. I wish him well in eternity. I hope to help a lot of people one day and write a lot of books, and as long the fans want it, I'll continue to give them heartfelt shit (excuse my french).
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