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Max Agress
7th Period
English 2
Ms. Mason

                                                  Street Prospect

           From my understanding, it all started when I was 2 years old. A heated argument between my ma and my pops got outta’ hand and he busted a choppa’ through her brain. Pops was a drug lord, so he knew what to do next. His partnas’ and him came took care of the corps and I was left there cryin’. After that point, it was all down hill. Raised by the streets, rap music, and the game, no one was lookin’ out for my future no mo’.

           Pops knew what he did was wrong and he tried to help me out, but how could he? When he couldn’t even help himself out in the first place. The only life he knew was the drug life. All this lead to one of my first memories and one of his last.
From what I recall, he came into my room, told me to be a good kid, and left. That would be the last time I would ever see him. After that moment, I was taken to live in The Acorn Jects with my best friend Alphonzo, but we just call him Zo. We were basically bros, but his parents never cared about me. They acted as if I was merely a burden and basically let me do anythin’.

           One of the only things they did for me was force me to go to school.  I fuckin’ hated it, all they would ever do was force some bull shit down my throat. They tried to teach me to treat others how I would want to be treated, but shit didn’t apply to me. No one cared about me, cept’ for Zo. The real lessons I learned came from the brothas’ on the streets. They taught me how to make money, they taught me how to protect myself, and they taught me how to live. School didn’t do anythin’ for me cept’ waste my time. I’m surprised I even lasted in it as long I did.

           As time passed by, I got caught deeper into the streets, takin’ the path of my pops. Even tho’ I was just a youngin’ they patnas’ thought I was ready the join the trade of the streets. In the 5th grade, I made my first sell. It was just a little dime sack, but doin’ so felt so right. From there, they taught me how to grow dro, and all the different types of dro. From that point I became of full time student, goin’ through the bull shit of school during the day, then coming back to Acorn to learn bout’ the game. This happened almost every day of my life, until the 8th grade. That year was the most defining year of my childhood.