Introduction

  1. A journey though the life of an council estate raised kid! My earliest memories of my childgood was walking outside early morning to get to school early to play football with friends and as i pass my garden gate and look down the street to see who and what is about before i start my five minute walk i see a car on its roof spinning on fire, this was actually quiet the norm in the area i grew up in. One of the first things i learnt as a child was i have two options in life run or fight! and as a middle child wanting to protect my eldest brother and my younger brother i subconsciously picked fight. Learning how to throw a decent punch was way more important growing up on a couil estate than knowing maths and English.
  2. We pass though the years and tramu that awaits me and see how my lifes shapes into the man i have become and at what price i paid to free myself from the shackles of drugs and prison

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