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Walking up hill my whole life. Just one step in front of the knife. Life for me is like doing time. But poverty is my only crime. I came from the streets. And I'm going to Hell. My lifes only worth a bullet shell. I gave up hope in this dying world. And traded my soul. For guns, drugs and girls. lyrics to "Dirty Streets" By Ron Layton THICKER than BLOOD I grew up and spent most of my life in Inkster,MI.((a suburb of Detroit,A.K.A Little Siagon.not for the amount of aisian's but for the amount of casualtys from gun fire.))Working Security jobs(Ford motor co.,Garden City Hospital)I've also done just about every Construction trade(Framing,Rough Carpentry,Brick and Block,Concrete,Excavation,Underground pipe(yeah I can lay some pipe)and Painting). at 19 I joined the Marine Corps Infantry and was picked up by Security Forces an Anti-Terrorism unit. I was awarded a National Defense Medal and was dischared Honorablyin 1994 I became a Tattoo Artist I Apprenticed out of the best shop in MI. Eternal Tattoo's in livonia.(Thank you very much Tramp.)I left Eternal shortly after my apprentaceship(sorry Tramp.)to go at it on my own. around 95 I joined a band called Thicker Than Blood(that was many years of fun). I have two years of media productions classes thru vo-tech.also got some credits from schoolcraft community college.mainly for art. and I'm now living in Califonia aaaaaa