"What's the solution for me?" I thought to myself sitting in a prison cell, thinking about the way I felt witnessing my mother having a seizure when I came in from school that day. I'm sure plenty can relate within this mind state yet my parents didn't understand that someday those things my siblings and I went through would have a powerful effect on us someday. Growing up in the projects wasn't rare but being raised by a drug-addicted mother didn't make it any better. As I was being neglected for those drug hits I slowly became affected by that drug shit. Before you knew I was becoming Street Poisoned

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