My names Rãlos Sãntos, I'm 19. I never had someone to call, Father, Pops, Dad, well, I had a mentor, I can't say he's my Father, I never loved the asshole, That's what he was.
But he raised me, gave me food when I was on the streets robbing just so I can get some food in my stomach, the lil food it was.
He trained me to fight proper, where to stab, where to get that right place so your victim die fast or slow, he taught me how to be a man, "ha", I remember when he used to say, " lil bastard, we not from the riches, the wealthy, where shit is handed to ya onna Silva pladda we're from, if you don't have something and he do, you take that, even if it's his life got that". I didn't really understand what he meant by that, until I met pablo, He had what every child like me ever dreamed about, the newest game systems, shoes, clothes, loving parents, I wanted that, I wanted what he had. I was ten when I met Pablo.
I remember when he told his parents, "mommy, daddy, I met a kid at the park, about my age, he dosen't go to school like me, and he wears dirty clothes, and has a cool drawing on his neck, I think we should help him he's nice to me even though he comes off as rough sometimes,". I know he said those things, cause I followed him home.