It all started off in 2007 when my momma, my sisters and me lived in some “based on income” apartments called Hillside Village. Don’t get me wrong, it was okay when we first moved over there, but later on down the line my momma started meeting new people and doing stuff she normally didn’t do.
My momma didn’t have a lot of money, so me and my big brother started going over our friend’s house playing they game all day until about ten o’clock at night. Then we’d go home and my momma would run us some bath water and we’d get in the tub together to take our bath. After that, we’d eat some rice, pork chops and corn bread then she would read the Bible with us then we’d be off to sleep.
As time passed by, my momma started meeting all of these new people and doing all this new stuff. My momma got me and my brother a brand new PlayStation 3 when it was popular – but she didn’t buy it, she broke into her friend house and all type of crazy stuff. So I guessed the woman found out because her and my momma started fighting, and she shot the girl three times in the side but long story short my momma spent three years in Jackson Mississippi State Jail. That’s when my life went downhill…
My mama was doing time, so me and my big brother started living with my grandma. She was not taking care of us and she was buying pills because she had been in several car wrecks. But the point is she sold my momma food stamps and didn’t take care of us for three years.
So, one day me and this girl named Tanaka started stealing clothes out of Macy’s. She was older than me and liked me, so she showed me how to get stuff on my own. But the whole time she was auntie’s girlfriend, yet she liked me and showed me how to survive because my grandma wasn’t taking care of us the right way.
So, I started doing what I seen my momma do: breaking into houses and gyms. I was eleven at this point in my life. I went to jail for stealing clothes. I did five or six hours then went home, so I thought it was gone always be like that.
Three years later when my deuces got out, I was off the chain, doing everything you can name. I was going to Hamilton and I was playing football for a team that practiced behind Hamilton Middle School called the Titans. One day I saw a gun under my uncle’s bed and I stole it and took it to school. I had the gun in my pocket so the teacher and the school came and searched me because I had showed a boy and he snitched, but I knew he was about to snitch so I gave it to my friend named Johnathon. They didn’t find the gun on me so they searched the whole class and when they got my friend he refused to get searched so they slammed him and the gun fell out of his pocket. The police got the gun and he started crying and said it was my gun, but I said it was his, so they took both of us to juvenile. We did 21 days and I pleaded guilty to the charge then went home on house arrest. That’s when all of the gangster stuff started coming out of me.
A year later I got put down in a gang (not mentioned here). My big homie gave me six guns and a lot of weed and said “this is yours,” and told me to get my money so I started hustling, thugging hard, hanging with the big dogs. So, I’m doing my thang getting it in with the fast money then my momma found out I was doing all that and told me to stay out of the Hillview but I ain’t listen. So
I’m still doing me, thinking I’m grown and it was really fun because I was making my own money, buying my own clothes, shoes, games and a lot more. But then I got caught for another gun charge, possessing weed and trespassing and went to jail for a month. I got out and continued doing the same exact thing.
Then I met this boy named Fussa. We started stealing cars, sleeping in them for at least 4 or 8 nights straight. We thought we was cool, we had all the girls. One day at about 12 or 1 in the morning we was shooting dice, I won about $325. I popped two pills, then the joints had me high, tired and sleepy so I slept on the Green Bay overnight.
The next morning came and this girl’s baby woke me up and I ain’t have none of the money I won, and I still had a hangover. All I had was half of a blunt. I saw this truck and the car was on, so I hopped in it and drove to my homeboy’s baby-momma sister house. He was sleep so I left and got on the expressway going toward White Haven then I blanked out and woke up in the truck heading towards a brick wall, so I hurried up and grabbed the wheel and the truck flipped 7 times.
When it stopped, a man came over to me asking me if I was okay. I got up and was really paranoid and began running. I jumped a gate and ran to my aunt’s house. She panicked because my hand was bleeding bad so she called the ambulance and the police came in and I acted like I was sleep and they were asking my aunt where the injured person was. She pointed at me and I told them it wasn’t me so the police said “yo lil badass just wrecked that stolen truck.” I denied that and said that I fell on the back porch and he said “stop lyin,’” and that a man had told him what I had on. They took me to the hospital and then to juvenile. I stayed overnight then they gave me a $250 bail bond and I went home two days later.
Another time, I was at school one day and a boy said me and my friend took his shoes, police came and got us then they gave us a simple robbery charge.
But anyways, back to the year 2013 when I started buying guns, selling weed and breaking into houses. My momma was trying to come back into my life and I started living with her but she still didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t buy me what I wanted, so I was still selling and stealing. This dude named Jeff started taking me to steal cars and it was fun, so I kept doing it but the reason I was doing it was because my momma didn’t have money and she really gave up on me and stopped dealing with me.
My brother girlfriend took my virginity. Nobody in my family even knows this today. It was a secret my whole life.
But anyways, fast forward to 2015. I’m doing all this wrong then on top of that my great-grandma died and then I started smoking with my momma, that’s how smoking became a habit, but I ain’t really have no family support and no love from my family. I remember the night I had to steal food from Family Dollar – draws, socks, school clothes and all types of stuff. I went back to jail and my momma was telling me she tired of me and she can’t deal with me. After that, I continued getting it on my own because my mom was tired of me.
I ain’t ever graduated; I ain’t ever stayed in school; I was always the class clown; I was always stealing from everybody so even my own family didn’t want me over their house. My momma didn’t have a house because when she went to jail Hillside Apartments put us out, so I started living with friends. My daddy was always in jail and he never came around when he was out, he in jail to this day.
Another reason I started stealing was around the Holidays my momma didn’t have enough money to buy me clothes, but my brother always had some which made me feel left out. My brother’s daddy also bought him stuff but that’s another story.