It was my aunt, her boyfriend Donnie who was also a heroin addict and her three boys, Rickey, Zipp and Jo-Jo . When I asked her about what school I would go to she told me "That shit ain't nothin

I used to drive down to DC once a month to see my probation officer, it was on one of these trips I decided to stop by the old neighborhood. The strip was still running but nothing like it used to back

When crack hit the strip in the middle of 1987 it was crazy, the cars sat like bumper to bumper traffic waiting to get served, there were lines of people 50-60 deep on both sides of the street all times

I grew up in DC in the 80's in a little spot off Florida Ave in North East, by the time I was 13 I was moving 20-30 grand of soft and hard ( powder coke and crack) a day, my cut was $2,000 and my mom would