The last time I spoke to my mom, I said, Ma, you getting old, and she said, Aint nothing got old but my body, baby, and we laughed. Shortly after that, she died. RIP, Momma. Now, some people wouldnt have understood what she meant, but I knew right away by me having been dead beforeyeah, I died in 2011, when I got robbed and shot twelve times. Im about tell you all about it, my whole life storythe good, the bad, and the ugly. Its time for the world to hear my story, the American nigga.
