About Me
He was born,--son to a drug addict, just a basturd child, for six weeks after birth she treated her boy foul. Grandmother never liked, never loved, still don't, nomatter the situation, to help him--she won't. Aunties and unckles pay this kid no mind, they say, he'll never be shit, just a bum, he wont shine. But he's mamas baby boy, and she keeps him close, teach him how to be a man, stand strong, and chase goals. But mama's a drug addict, nodding in a coma, the boy comes home to the smell of drug aromas. Stealing blunt tails while doing his homework, trying to keep the faith wearing used converse. With no father figure, only thugs to talk too, being drawn into a world where crime can trap u! You can catch him on the block, loud and talking foul, son of a drug addict, just a basturd child.---LINCULN; EVERYDAY---Welcome to My World MySpace Layouts
