Imagine, if you can, the horrible feelings of dealing with death; not just once, but on many occasions. Imagine, if you can, having your best friend die in your arms, because there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to stop it. Imagine being shot for the first time, at the tender age thirteen, while you vigorously fought mind over matter in order to bear the pain. Imagine, if you can, being shot seven more times before you were even old enough to vote; once in the chest, three times in the left side, once in the right knee, once in your lower back and the worst being a shotgun blast to your upper shoulders and head. Now imagine that everything stated herein has actually happened to one man. A man that wages a constant battle with society just to prove that a man can change. A man that truly deserves to be called a man. That man is me…and this is my story.
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Rhymes: 2Pac "Keep Ya Head Up" and Ice Cube "Us"