The life of a boy turning into a man…

The fact that his pop left him when he was just a young child, makes him sick to his belly…but that made him even stronger, a winner chasing after  anything he wants.

Because I was raised by my mother who was always a survivor…she hustled…always full with joy and a smile on her face…it was she who taught me the game early.

Just always be 1 step ahead of everybody else…be that much better than any person around me at all times..

Thanks to her, I am finally finding myself…since I was a kid I’ve been trying to find myself…I’m different, a stand out guy…taking on life, knowing, that’s how things go sometimes…