What'sÊthe solution for me? I thought to myself sitting in a prison cell thinking about the way I felt witnessing my mother have a seizure when I came in from school that day.ÊI'm sure plenty can relate within thisÊmind state yet my parents didn't understand that someday those things my siblings and I went through would have a powerful effect on us. Growing up in the projects wasn't rare but being raisedÊby a drug-addicted mother didn't make it any better. AsÊI was being neglected for those drug hits I slowly became affected by that drug shit. Before you knew I was becoming Street Poisoned.