I started poverty striken, the plot thickens on the block, aged 15,suffering, hard knocks, i used to cosh in towerblocks, sitting on the stairwell, drug dealers taught me, and told me that i learn well, man i used to raise hell, blaze till my brain fell ill, till the pain was..Nill, but the rage always spilled, cos my mind was filled to the brink, and i think i had, to much to drink in my teenage years, so many tears, and so many fears, of ending up deceased like so many peers, and now im in arrears with the laws of karma, its all drama, walking with a wish and body armour, cant beleive that ive survived this long, yeah im gratefull, that ive been forgiven for my wrongs, so i walk with a brave heart,hard in my yearning, the past years of my life have truly been a journey,....