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.



Staring deep into the clouds and reminiscing on my childhood years, having been forced to raise myself, I wish death on every cloud! As a young kid walking through the valley of death and forced to poker face for every experience I had to sin. I remember one time when I was sixteen, my friend and I had broken into what appeared to be an empty house searching for currency only to find out that the owner was present. As we entered the house through the back door and began searching downstairs and upstairs, the owner had come out from the kitchen and quickly grabbed my friend from behind whilst I was upstairs hastily putting £500 inside my right pocket. After having put the money inside my pocket, I turned around and quietly began to leave the room when I heard shouting coming from downstairs that had resembled to my friend’s voice. With no fear in my heart and a cold hand matching the temperature of the long sharp knife that I carried back in those days, I rushed downstairs. Having reached downstairs and witnessed the owner of the house on top of my friend with his big hands chocking him. I immediately ran towards him and kicked him in the head with a hatred force and made him fall and land on his back. While he laid on the floor with his hands to his head and bleeding from the cut of his lip, I extended my hand to my friend and begun helping him up. While helping him with his left arm around me, the owner had quickly grabbed my left leg with immense force, which made us trip and fall. As a younger having performed numerous robberies, my hands had grown accustomed to react quickly to things, which is what helped me protect myself as I quickly used my hands to prevent myself from falling head first. Having fallen to the ground with my friend also lying beside me, I straight away turned my body over and quickly pulled out the steel knife that had been inbetween my draws and stabbed him near the wrist. As the sight of blood and cold was being felt from the open wound, the feeling of pain began affecting his mind. I stood up instantly and began to hit him with my hardest punches between his nose and eyes which forced him to bleed excessively, followed with a strong right that had the back of his head hit the ground with tremendous force and left him unconsciousness. While he remained unconscious I quickly got up and helped my friend up and removed the knife from the owner’s wrist and we left the house. Later on that day, as I laid on my bed staring deep at the ceiling reminiscing on what had happened, the thought of witnessing somebody innocent bleed and suffer didn’t bother me because like him, I also bleed and suffered inside having been forced to raise myself. Since that day, I decided to always do what I have to do and make sure I always do it right. Anyone that isn’t standing behind me or next to me is against me! Whether they’ve made that choice or not, I’ve already made the choice that they are going to die and get hurt with the people that they’re standing with. I’ve done mad things in my life time and stayed true to the game even when they arrested me for possession of a weapon and class A-drugs. I’ve never snitched in my life and maintain strapped everyday adding a new layer of sin into my onion for a brain. Every night, I sit down and grab a pen and pad with a spliff in my mouth and selectively peel a layer of sin from my brain. I let my pain resemble the onion smell and bring tears into your eyes that will hopefully help you understand the type of things I’ve been through.

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