"Lately I have observed, and its a solid realization that since I've left the thug life, the world of darkness where there's no U-turn - that road only goes straight, I was one of the luckiest to get out of that life, but now I see these kids from yesterday, with zero self-esteem trying to act from the hood, pretending they know the streets so well, yet they can't face their own fucking problems. My temptations gets really strong in these moments, to pick that gun back, to pick that baseball bat, hockey stick or an iron rod back, but I won't. I have moved on from that life. I had a great time but that isn't for me, although I was really good in that version of me too. I'll be turning 30 this year, I cannot let a bunch of stupid morons ruin all the work I've done on myself, all the growth I have mustered up since. I won't. My father is too old now to get me bailed out, back then things were different. My father was young, on a very good position professionally, he could make calls and I was out. I cannot do that to him anymore. Even if our relationship is rocky yet great, I still love him with all I have, all I am. And my father and my mother are the only reason for my silence. You people need a gang to destroy someone, I'm enough alone. I too can form a solid gang, actual gangbangers. I'm well connected. I can do everything you people are doing and in a better fashion, but the faces of these two people have stopped me multiple times. Just know that. My parents don't encourage what your parents does. Its a huge cultural and educational difference. Don't drag me back to the streets guys, my name still echoes and I left the streets 11-12 years ago. I have smashed more skulls in reality than you just dream of on tumblr. I'm not that person anymore. I have these two rooting for me, I will block the world and only take care of them."
