People say that my dad was a good man, but the thing is if he was a good man then why did he leave a 11 year old to feed a family of 3 by himself.
The day I turned 12 I started working for my family because we had no dad.
I live for my mom, and sisters.
I would kill anyone who messed with them.
I have been growing up by the years.
I was 18 before I was 13.
so now I stand here, and I know who I am.
I am a uncle to hunter St. Andrew.
I am the bother to lots of people.
I am the true St. Andrew man.
I fight for my family, every time I wake up in the morning to see me, and my sis sleeping on the floor in the living room.1