It all started when I was 5, I got suspended from Kindergarden. My sister was hanging around with a lot of thug people, at the age of seven our house was overrrun. I was taking my fundraisers and going around in a car full of 3 or 4 people selling hundreds of dollars worth of shit, so they could go buy weed or coke or whatever. I was hiding these gangbangers in my basement, and taking their weed and hiding it in the vents. I called the cops a few times, when it got out of control.

One time, it was when I was 8, I was sitting in my room with my brother, while my sister had a bunch of her friends over. They started to STEAL everything from our Christmas, the first year my mom had over 1,000 dollars to spend on us. I tried to get out of the door, and I got burnt with a spoon on my face. You can probably guess why the spoon was hott. I spent the rest of the night walking the streets until the cops picked me up, and DCFS was called.

Then, a few months later, they foudn out who it was, and they arrested them . They got released the next day, and we moved out into a trailer park after that, the next day our house was in flames. I didn't know at the time, but my mom recently told me that they had threatened to kill her and burn the house down. Good thing we got out because they weren't joking.

We then lived in the trailer park, nothing special there.

Then I moved in with my dad a year later, because my mom couldn't have all five of her childrren living in a two bedroom trailer..seven people in a trailer is not good.

I then moved in with my dad, along with my brother, my sister moved in with her friend.

Now came the most traumatic time of my life.
This is the time I hate the most, my dad beating my brutally with his fists, along with his girlfriend, and the nights he wasn't there my brother was molesting me, doing dirty things like sucking me off, making me jack him off, and penetrating my ass. Sucks, but it's true, and I hate him.

Then he had his friend come over one night, they pissed all over my bed, and then I had to sleep in his room. I woke up with a gag around my mouth and him and his friend taking their turn with me

He told me to never tell anybody, so I still haven't aside from people online. I don't know if anybody would believe me now.

So anyways, my dad didn't want me living with him, so I moved back in with my mom, and then things were fine. Then I moved to Arizona at the age of nine started smoking weed, and the gang banging side of me came out.

I shot my first gun at the age of 10, and started doing petty shit like Tagging and vandalizing peoples shit, I used to ride around with my cousins in stolen cars and smoke weed all the time, but surprisingly, I never missed school.

Then the time came. where I was getting bullied at school. This big black guy that hated my cousin and me used to make me get on the ground and do pushups and make my nose touch the ground, with his foot on my back.

My cousin told me enough was enough, and it was time to deal with it. So I got a gun, and this is where my law troubles came into play...

I gotta go eat..but I'll tell you all the rest if you want when I get back.