My dad is dead ,and my mama left me when I was three ,then I grew up and realized their wasn't enough money for me ,I had nobody to care of me ,or nobody there to make sure that I live carefully ,it worked out In the end tho ,I got a job and started raking up the dough , then I got selfish and kept wanting more ,I started robbing going store to store , after #5 I stoped counting score , get busted by the cops now I'm poor , I start thinking is it worth living life anymore , I wanna cry I feel it deep down in my core , then a stranger walked by and said life's a book but this page is tore...