T.J – författare

The last time I spoke to my mom, I said, Ma, you getting old, and she said, Aint nothing got old but my body, baby, and we laughed. Shortly after that, she died. RIP, Momma. Now, some people wouldnt have understood what she meant, but I knew right away by me having been dead beforeyeah, I died in 2011, when I got robbed and shot twelve times. Im about tell you all about it, my whole life storythe good, the bad, and the ugly. Its time for the world to hear my story, the American nigga.

Life can bring you down so low until youre living inside death for so long that the smell from the dead corps completely left. The thing youre up against is not about you. The battle is not yours; its Gods. But that doesnt mean you dont have to fight, so fight, cause the real test is to keep believing in God when nothing is happening and it seems like hes not real because nothing is happening to your situation and you continue to call on him for help. Thats the real test. So have faith, because I do, and Im going to fight even when it gets tough. Im going to fight until I dont have any more fight inside me cause I aint sold my soul yet.