IN THE CLASSROOM, I TURN MY HEAD OVER THIS WAY AND I SEE A GANG-BANGER
LOOKING AT ME. YOU KNOW, MAD-DOGGING ME, THROWING SIGNS UP
UNDER THE TABLE. I FEEL REAL SCARED FOR MY LIFE. DURING THAT TIME, I WOULDN’T GO TO SCHOOL. MY MOM WOULD TELL ME, LIKE, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING
FOR YOURSELF, YOU’RE NOT DOING NOTHING.” SHE ENCOURAGED ME
TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL. MY NEIGHBORHOOD IS
A DANGEROUS PLACE. WHAT PUSHED ME TO GRADUATE
IS MY MOTHER, WALKING DOWN THE AISLE,
HEARING HER SCREAM FOR ME. Roger: I’M GONNA GRADUATE
FOR MY MOM. SHE’S WASHING DISHES
YELLING AT ME, “YOU GOTTA GRADUATE. YOU GOTTA GET OUTTA HIGH SCHOOL
SO YOU CAN GET YOUR DIPLOMA.” I’MA MAKE IT AND I’M GONNA
BE SOMEBODY IN LIFE.