The story of an individual with Money, Power, and respect struggling and trying to make it back safely into the arms of his beloved!

So you think you know what "Street life" is all about?

Over 50,000 views & described as a "real eye opener" & insightful on the life that young individuals live in the streets of London.

This book takes you in for a ride into the life of an individual trying to maintain the Money, Power, and respect that comes from living this life while struggling and going through obsticles trying to make it back home safely into the arms of his beloved!

It also helps explain, as well as show you, and takes you deep into the real life, the street life, where many have failed and died trying to stay alive while also staying focus and keeping a dream alive.



Walking through the ends every day, day and night, I always make sure my phone is fully charged like my brain. With a hoody over my head concealing my identity from enemies and feds, these fiends persistently flag me down like the black cab in Central London. Whether it’s the Mary Jane or Snow White that they want, I have that, and got those connections! All I wear is black or plain fly crippin colour attire with ‘NH’ imprinted whilst avoiding the sunlight to prevent the sun from reflecting me to the feds. Every year, Monday to Sunday, 365 days a year, my mentality is strictly M.O.B while still constantly on certain days, sexy females with their legs open end up naked in my bed by accident. Posted in these streets lurking and looking over my shoulder, nothing besides Queen’s face catches my attention while walking from the high road and back roads exchanging poison and death for currency. I have no time whatsoever for fools or enemies that wish to play and scheme because unlike them, I earned my stripes and only walk around with thugs and drug dealers trusting nobody but my tool! I’m trying to get rid of ounces and grams in these streets. I’m not trying to have a fool gasping for life whilst vomiting blood on the pavement. Life’s too short and so is my temper, which is why a disagreement between my mother and I has me searching for my own property out here inside Pandora’s box whilst my baby’s rapid growth has my pockets dieting. Tears are for the weak as necessity and burning desire is a must! Whether narcotics or leaving people in a state of fear while turning their smiles into a frown, I’m doing it out here. Fuck praying for a better day or wishing on it when I can have it all with determination, faith and a tool! No one can tell me shit as I’ve been grinding from a young age whilst fatally hurting people in broad day light and night time taking their wealth. I’ve seen more problems than solutions out here in these streets whilst the coldness from my tool froze my heart. It’s getting worse out here, with friends of mine facing bird years while the rest are out here grinding with no ambition or destination. Whether this writing shit pays off or not, I’m still out here separating and bagging up greenery and charging a gram of snow white for £50. I’m not doing this because I like it, but because certain responsibilities require cash to keep it, and also because these employers don’t want to hire a Neighbourhood thug. I don’t accept handouts but firmly stand on my own two feet doing me and being out here day and night, grinding and writing these stories for you guys. Fuck all these haters and those that doubt me because all they do is chat shit and hide, leaving my hands and fingers itching to make contact with my tool. Shits hard and dangerous out here so don’t go thinking of joining this circle if you’re not mentally prepared to take fatal loses because right now, peoples aura’s are darkening whilst their weed smoke is getting brighter.

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