I didn\'t ask for this.
Nobody told me what I was getting into.
This was not the kind of life I would have chosenWhen I was five, my mother died of a gunshot to the head.
The curse of that t.
For me, it was just another place to live.
Years later, Tami was born.
I worked my way into prison.
Her family disagrees.
Her death resulted in my being adopted by ignorant, abusive relatives.
When a throw-away kid is raised in a dysfunctional environment, bad stuff happens.
Police reports labeled it a suicide.
I didn\'t ask for this.
Nobody told me what I was getting into.
This was not the kind of life I would have chosenWhen I was five, my mother died of a gunshot to the head