I was raised with a disciplinary mother in a home with no father. Having a background in the streets was an involuntary decision. I remember living house-to-house on the floor. The only time I ate was at school or when my friends had food to share.
Being a young man who wanted more in life was unattractive where I’m from, so when I asked for another way it wasn’t presented to me. The people I asked about a way out ironically were the ones I lost to the streets. School was not the cool place to be, and the day-to-day mission was to survive. Read more here.