I wish there were a way to send back bad parents! Because I have two that need a first-class flight back up the canal, and up the Urethra! My sister and I never had a chance. Between the lack of love, the abuse, and our environment, we had no other choice than to be ruthless. I wanted no parts of the ruthless street life that my mother lived for! I had no choice but to take my position. Especially when my daddy ran the city, and I was his only surviving heir. I became a trained killer before I became an adult good. My sister and I were a product of true dysfunction that threatened to ruin any future that we may have had. Our destiny depended upon our fight, and that’s all I had in me was a fight. Rape, murder, money, marijuana, and pills dictated our lives, until it began costing lives. Momma, you created this monster in me, it’s in the D.N.A. I won’t fight with you no more because it’s useless. You fought to rule the streets, and I will continue to fight to get out. Murder has a new definition in my life. I forgive you momma, but I’ll never forget! Let’s call it a Truce…