DEAR GHETTO LIFE!!!
Dear Ghetto Life: There was a time I was swayed by your style and creativeness. You taught me how to dress the part and how to speak your lingo. I sang your songs and learned your dance moves and as far as the opposite sex, I learned how to run game on them too! It took me some time being shy and a fighter of small statue but Jr High-school was prime for a break through. My coaches realized I had potential and the uniform fit me well! Schoolmates looked at me differently and I started to gain some respect and things really heated up when news of a Jamerican (American with Jamaican heritage) had a popping (Popular) house party, where a situation erupted causing 3 sisters to turn against each other (Don't ask) Ghetto living was fine, as long as, my parents didn't mind or knew the details. I discovered concealing box cutters in my kicks (Sneakers) worked well but messing with girls in the wrong neighborhoods was dangerous. If I made it home sometimes it was because I was tough ...