Today, Feb. 5th, makes 16yrs. that my mom has been dead. 16yrs to this very day, I was 18yrs. old, serving time on and 11 year prison stint that I'd been handed for three counts of delivering a controlled substance. Namely, CRACK. Since that time I've done 2 more different prison stints..
Even though Feb. 5th marks the day that my mother passed away, that day also holds a deeper significance to the kid. Ya see, before Feb. 5th...there was no Peta-Loc. I was just a young kid playing the messed up cardz that he'd been dealt. Before Feb. 5th, I was sitting in a prison cell thugging and known only to the world as Da' Peta'Man.
This day markz the death of 2 people then: my mother and myself! But it also represents my birthday...the birth of the Peta'Loc. The man, The mystery,The Mission.
The Last Of The Real Hustlahz...
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Somehow the kid has risen from the depths of the slumz to the top of the search enginez...
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