He was burn to a world of pain. Left on a doorstep out in the rain. The first of 7 kids starving in the hood. He never met his dad and his mom was no good. The neighborhood swallowed up many soul. It's hard growing old in a world so cold But the world keeps turning. The smart keep learning the strong survive and hit the ground running. Woah, Another survivor from the bowels of the ghetto. I didn't know he barely made it alive. That's why he said "Son, we gotta get out of here, there's no smile in the ghetto". He only wanted to give my family a life. that's my father. His mother married a child molester. Told me I was a son of a bitch. He brought an whole new level of fear. Drugs and rape and shit you don't wanna know. So He grew up fighting everyday. A futile attempt to protect his family. My dad's a rock and I know why. I never saw him break and I never saw him cry. Woah Another survivor from the bowels of the ghetto. I didn't know he barely made it alive. That's why he said "Son, we gotta get out of here, there's no smile in the ghetto". He only wanted to give my family a life. that's my father. What more could I want to be than a man who would die for his family