Alfonso Madrid Jr.

I still look through the eyes of a boy, that dreamed of one day being a Marathon champion. A boy who had no choice but to learn the world in a raw perspective. It's been my tool for my survival for as long as I can remember. Territory to territory to pick a fight cause I don't like you. I look back at my time of rebel, and Anarchy ways, and I had a ticket to failure. I was the boss of myself, and no one could have told me different. Those were my decisions, the same way there my decisions now. 360 degrees and then some, don't get me wrong, I'm a better man for it, shiz is tight, enough to know where I stand. I never f**ked no body that didn't have it coming. Suckers and rats will always be suckers and rats, and they know who they are. I live for my fam, and I represent with respect and honor, but don't cross that line, cause Shiz is tight, I'll break your shiz.

To better, is to remember the the worst moments, to compare. A smack of reality, been here before, but I always walked out the court room, this time they kept me, and I was not going home anytime soon. All the tigere that I claimed to be, had to show face, and most these niggas have been here before. I adapted, I learned, I know, I will, I did, I live, I am.

(Lights a j and carries it in his mouth as if a cigarette) -----Cleaning the scuffs undetected by the normal eye, every couple seconds looking around for something. That something is nothing, but all of a sudden could become money.(Taking multiple drags, and talking as he holds in the smoke)----- I need a hair cut... I don't like that fading of the hair, I cut my shit so I could comb, and show the style. Lol Any way,(Exhaling) I have to have my coffee in the morning before 11 and not any sooner, cafe negro maldito, wake me the fuck up!... (Coughing, coughing, coughing)So any way, I start my days reminiscing my past, thinking about the good times Lol. You ready? You smoke? Lol

They call me "Joe Doe". I'm a hustler in every way the name describes it. World is going to shit, and know one gives a fuk, as long as you got loot, you Okay. Loot has no race, you got the people that have money and the ones that don't. Ever since high school, I remember always wanting to be a drug dealer, let me break it down for you...Once upon a time...