DRAW
by J-REAL
Price: $1.99 USD. 72610 words.
Published on August 4, 2011. Fiction.
Draw is a book that takes readers into the underworld realm of street life where honor among family is upheld, loyalty between friends is tested and the temptations of the fast life is governed by the first to DRAW.
Location: United States
Member Since: June 05, 2011
J-REAL
Biography
I was born in Yonkers, New York I was brought up in the booming crack era of the 80’s. I grew up around them Wool rich Snorkels, 40-Below Timberlands, Champion Hoodies and 8-Ball Leathers; when Sheepskins graduated to Shearling. Back when drug lords claimed entire sections with armored buildings, workers, lookouts, runners and baggers.
Yonkers, where Hustlers built organizations off of the addicted backs of those who chose the wrong side of the fence; dope and crack, cocaine and weed; where a runner up ain't good enough and only the most thorough lived to reign.
Yonkers, where the dice game was a circle of sixty, whether Cee-Lo or Craps bank was money money on the ground makes the world go 'round." I grew up around them Candy Girl dime pieces, Door Knocker earrings and Biker Shorts, “54-11 size 7 in girls baby face look like she was 11 with curls” Na mean DMX shit.
I was a youngster who saw his mother work two jobs and also hustle so that me and my siblings could have what she didn’t. Catholic school education till 7th grade Street education till I did a small stretch in prison.
My intention is not to glorify the street life, No!! I had a family that loved me. But I was in love with the streets blinded. 15 years old and ready for it all, or at least I thought I was.
Bloodlines have restrictions. Bloodline kicks you out! Bloodlines have rules and regulations. But street family has only one rule: Loyalty over love. You follow the hood code and the hood will provide lives to use, women to choose, product to move, and the money is beginning, middle, and end to every equation. The shadowed truths, the evils absorbed the revolution of new rulers to govern, and the nightmare of the ruthless. J-Real, 6 year reign before the reality of consequence.... Prison
OFFICIALLY IN THE BOOKS. I was a boss for years. Recognized and respected in Yonkers, wanted by rivals, always in jeopardy simply by still living. But it’s all a chance taken. Though lessons in life will surely teach me new points of view, now I believe in legacy. What will I leave behind? And to who? I want the world to read my words; I want my children to see an accomplishment made. I want to drop jewels for anyone who contemplates attempting to live this life. I want to express the end, the bitter end, while satisfying the crave for the experience. Read my words and I promise you will live it, all of it. From the abandoned building to the outcast dust head abandon boss, and how the man starts from one and ends up the other. How he finds salvation and ruin.
I came to prison, lost it all, could only slither. Forgotten and forsaken. Everybody turned their backs. Everyone except my bloodline family. I lost my hope and went back to beg their forgiveness. Then I was hit with the real jewel: Family is unconditional love. Familiar hands reached down, hooked under my shoulders, and stood me up. I didn't believe I was worthy and they asked me, who. I answered, me. They asked: Is this the old you or a new beginning" and I thought: I know who I was then, but I am a stranger to who I am now. That's when I decided to take some time for self-introspection. And through these tails I shall share my life and story
Yonkers, where Hustlers built organizations off of the addicted backs of those who chose the wrong side of the fence; dope and crack, cocaine and weed; where a runner up ain't good enough and only the most thorough lived to reign.
Yonkers, where the dice game was a circle of sixty, whether Cee-Lo or Craps bank was money money on the ground makes the world go 'round." I grew up around them Candy Girl dime pieces, Door Knocker earrings and Biker Shorts, “54-11 size 7 in girls baby face look like she was 11 with curls” Na mean DMX shit.
I was a youngster who saw his mother work two jobs and also hustle so that me and my siblings could have what she didn’t. Catholic school education till 7th grade Street education till I did a small stretch in prison.
My intention is not to glorify the street life, No!! I had a family that loved me. But I was in love with the streets blinded. 15 years old and ready for it all, or at least I thought I was.
Bloodlines have restrictions. Bloodline kicks you out! Bloodlines have rules and regulations. But street family has only one rule: Loyalty over love. You follow the hood code and the hood will provide lives to use, women to choose, product to move, and the money is beginning, middle, and end to every equation. The shadowed truths, the evils absorbed the revolution of new rulers to govern, and the nightmare of the ruthless. J-Real, 6 year reign before the reality of consequence.... Prison
OFFICIALLY IN THE BOOKS. I was a boss for years. Recognized and respected in Yonkers, wanted by rivals, always in jeopardy simply by still living. But it’s all a chance taken. Though lessons in life will surely teach me new points of view, now I believe in legacy. What will I leave behind? And to who? I want the world to read my words; I want my children to see an accomplishment made. I want to drop jewels for anyone who contemplates attempting to live this life. I want to express the end, the bitter end, while satisfying the crave for the experience. Read my words and I promise you will live it, all of it. From the abandoned building to the outcast dust head abandon boss, and how the man starts from one and ends up the other. How he finds salvation and ruin.
I came to prison, lost it all, could only slither. Forgotten and forsaken. Everybody turned their backs. Everyone except my bloodline family. I lost my hope and went back to beg their forgiveness. Then I was hit with the real jewel: Family is unconditional love. Familiar hands reached down, hooked under my shoulders, and stood me up. I didn't believe I was worthy and they asked me, who. I answered, me. They asked: Is this the old you or a new beginning" and I thought: I know who I was then, but I am a stranger to who I am now. That's when I decided to take some time for self-introspection. And through these tails I shall share my life and story
Where to find J-REAL online
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