The Story Of O$ama - The Epilogue
The Story Of O$AMA
November 12, 2018
The Story Of O$AMA
Real Life Stories , Real People .....
The Epilogue
“Sorry Ma’am this is an abuse shelter, there no children allowed.” Imagine hearing that bullshit when you have a kid and not a single place to send him.
You already in the shelter by the skin of your teeth, your situation that got you in there was not 100% truthful.
Shit not sweet as a kid coming up. You don’t have a solid household , There is no wise words let alone no fucking guidance. Let’s say the streets is a shredder from OfficeMax and your life is just another copy of a paper. It’s a 20% chance you get picked up and taken to the office. The other 70% is you get shredded with the rest of the paper.
The streets don’t pick you up by height or weight. This isn’t a league. They pick you up by being trapped, stuck. Even if you got talents , your a product of your environment.
In this case O$AMA is the number one product.
Jan 9th 1997 in Patterson, NJ O$AMA moms pushed out his fathers nut.
O$AMA came into the world in a broken home. Pops won’t shit from jump. If it was possible, You would’ve thought his moms fucked herself and had him.
No male figure from jump, O$AMA was into everything. Watching shows and movies he wasn’t supposed to. In and out of everything. Until one day he opened a closed door, he ended up seeing something that changed his life forever.
Four years old, O$AMA cracked opened the door to see his mother making a drug transaction of some crack. When you that age, you don’t know what you looking at and it’s hard to ask, One because your ass not supposed to be in the room and two what are you going to ask, Your only four.
That was the first time that O$AMA would witness his mother and drugs in the same vicinity. I doubt it will be the last. That transaction he witness would be the one that changed his life. Grandma wasn’t fond of the drug use. She decided to get the CPS Of Patterson Jersey involved.
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