I grew up In Midtown, Detroit with my brother and my ma. At age 6 my dad died while doing his construction job putting food on the table. Mona was really torn up when he died. I always tried to get her a date but it never worked out. My brothers were always f**cking fighting about the life insurance money when I was kid. Angry at best, deadly when worst. See my brothers were in the Ballas, but civil war started when one of the of the gangsters fucked "Tombstone"'s girl. One of my brothers, Jemarcus shot my other brother, John in the chest. After that Jemarcus ran off with a goodbye. I took care of Moma when I was in college getting my Masters in Chemistry. But shit, I wasn't up for mixing shit all day. So once I got it, I used it to make dope. I like the fucking king, till somebody talked. The pigs stormed my house and threw in Jail for 12 years. That's where I got tough. I got some friends and they managed to bail me out, if I can make them dope in Liberty city. Now I'm here 36 years old, making dope so I won't get watched by the mafia. I'm thinking of running to Star junction to become,a cop over there. Still I need to make money some how.