I was three feet the floor, gasping for air
trying to realease my father's hands from my throat.
I looked into his eyes and wondered if my feet would ever touch the floor again.
Have you ever been hit so hard that is sends your body diying across the room?
We all fall to the floor at some point.
It's how you pick yourself up - that's the real challenge. Isn't it?
I've açways lived in my own world. I danced to escape my troubles.
I've learned that there's light, even in the darkest places.
I can't blame my father for anything.
You can't rely on other people to make you happy.
But l know deep down inside he loved me.
There was a time l suffered so much l wanted toget it out of me.
I would cut my arms, not to kill myself. I don't want to die.
I know I an lucky to be on this earth.
I did it so the physical pain woul cam the pain that was eating me inside.
Not was erased.
I live with my past tucked away deep inside of me.
It comes out, an explosion, and it invades me.
I believe we are messengers on earth
I believe in algels.
I am blessed by God to tell myself I suffered tah much to become who I am today.
Now you have to realize, no only do I have a family, but now I have a shole hood - and that's power. But I ain't no grimy ass nigga.
I was never out to kill anybody - especially when I made that decision to gang band.
I just wanted to fit in, But one day
I was forced to do something that made me open my eyes.
I realized that this shit ain't no gang.
One of the hommies got popped, and I was pressured to doing my first drive by.
It was kinda fucked up the way they tried to ser me up.
Me and my bro, we was headed vack to the 8 block and some hommies rolled up and they asked us to go somewhere.
We pulled up to the corner and he placed a chunky ass gun to my mouth.
He said, 'you know ehat to do with it.' It's time to get it poppin' for the hood.
But I wasn't about to kille anybody.