raised here too. Since my dads passed away, I have been living with my grandmas and pops. She used to travel to New York practically every day cause my dads would work here because she enjoyed her job. Before we moved to Boston mass, my moms found a job in New York.

My moms lived a full and enjoyable life, she took care of me and Trayvon even though we had different fathers but came out of the same womb. I had an older brother but he used to disrespect our moms a lot. He died three years before our mom did because he was in this gang and owed these guys money. Shit was crazy. My moms loved him and tried to guide him in the right direction but he just didn’t get along with my moms. His name was Quincy.