At the young age of 12 years I became infatuated with everything that the streets had to offer. Witnessing local street kings in the community receive more credibility than doctors on the TV. The lifestyle became inspiring. Breaking the law became an excuse to escape the prison cell I was trapped in, MY MIND. Watching my mother lay there strapped to a bed not knowing who I was created a dysfunctional attitude. For years my mother was in a coma, I felt abandoned with no one to run too. No one seemed to had the solution to the problem. So I became curious to answers, asking God questions like wh...