Brother Luck

My education started in the streets and my teachers were pimps, prostitutes, and hustlers. I became consumed with the theology of these role models and soaked up every bit of knowledge they offered me. Whether it was packaging drugs for sale, using violence to instill fear, separating someone from their money, or using people to achieve a better situation in life, these were the daily lessons and my instructors were masters of their craft. I avoided attending actual school because I was never engaged like I was when I was in the streets. It made more sense to learn life lessons on the corner than sitting in a biology class discussing neutrons and amoebas. My history class was soaking up game from an “OG” or reminiscing about a friend that had been killed. My physical education came from running away when the police car noticed our dice game. Economics lessons came from watching a pimp motivate his girls to earn him money while he sat in the car supervising. I received my first collegiate degree from the streets and apply that education to everyday of my life.