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    The Struggles and Growth of a Man 3: Struggles and Growth, #3
    The Struggles and Growth of a Man 3: Struggles and Growth, #3
    The Struggles and Growth of a Man 3: Struggles and Growth, #3
    Ebook89 pages54 minutesStruggles and Growth

    The Struggles and Growth of a Man 3: Struggles and Growth, #3

    By Jamell Crouthers

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    Robert is going through a growth transition in his life from reflecting on his old neighborhood he lived in to losing his friends and going through therapy to deal with all that goes on in his mind. While dealing with those things, he learns about how hard it is to love when he hasn't received it his whole life, all while trying to find himself through all of the madness in his life. His younger brother Michael comes home from prison and it's a new adjustment to having him around again and trying to get Michael acclimated to life in the real world again. While Robert finally figures out what his passion is and what he wants to do with his life, Michael is chronicling his life behind prison walls and adjusting to the real world again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJamell Crouthers
    Release dateApr 19, 2019
    ISBN9781386285038
    The Struggles and Growth of a Man 3: Struggles and Growth, #3
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    Jamell Crouthers

    Jamell Crouthers started writing at the age of 13, it wasn't until his 30s where he realized he could impact others with his writing. Jamell was able to incorporate a prose format and social issues and be able to write books on what's going on in the world today. Writing about social issues is something that Jamell is very concerned about and his writing journey has allowed him to write books on various subjects. His goal is to change the world one book at a time.

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      The Struggles and Growth of a Man 3 - Jamell Crouthers

      Old Stomping Grounds

      With me leaving and moving out of my neighborhood,

      I haven’t been back to my old stomping grounds in a while.

      People have called me way too much so I changed my phone number,

      I disappeared for a while and managed to get an apartment.

      I had to focus on myself for a while and get to know myself,

      Along with learning about relationships, communication and life.

      Going back to my old neighborhood was surreal in a way,

      Especially when you live in quiet and can have peace of mind.

      The ambience is still there and it’s always lively no matter what,

      The same people I know are still on the block hustlin as usual.

      People were happy to see me and was wondering what happened to me,

      Some even thought I was in a morgue somewhere or locked up behind prison walls.

      That’s the norm for people to think that way if you knew what kind of place this was,

      With police officers patrolling the blocks trying to catch a quick drug deal going down.

      It was still the same place I had come to know but people haven’t improved their lives,

      Which is the exact reason why I got out of here and saved myself.

      It sounds selfish but sometimes as a man, you have to do what’s right for you,

      Because the loyalty in others is just not guaranteed anymore.

      The code of the neighborhood is to live and die where you were born,

      It’s ingrained into your mind from childhood until you die pretty much.

      I’ve watched people from when I was a child and they were in their 30s and 40s,

      Now I’m in my 20s and they’re older, look bad, dying slowly and miserable.

      I can only imagine what my life would be like if I stayed here,

      I don’t want to envision it, I’d probably be another statistic in prison or dead.

      The cold air of the day has me bundled up in a big jacket,

      As I walk through blocks and recollect childhood memories of certain places.

      The same fast food restaurants were still intact and so were the regular grocery stores,

      There were very few things that were different and it amazes me how I got out of here.

      It’s hard to come back and see people still struggling to make ends meet daily,

      Wishing I can do something on my part to help others and get them through rough times.

      I watched young kids in the playground running around not having a care in the world,

      While men with big jackets are walking around with bags of drugs in their pockets.

      As they wait for a junkie to walk by looking for their fix,

      Hoping they can score a quick payday and they can get out of the cold.

      Parents are sitting in the park watching every move that is made while talking,

      Thinking to myself, something bad can go wrong at any moment as I continued walking.

      School zones didn’t matter to these drug dealers, it was make money or be broke,

      Get the drug deal done and go back to the house with no drugs in their pocket.

      It was all about the dollars signs and that green piece of paper,

      I understood it back then but now, I really don’t, maybe it’s because I got out.

      I managed to get out without doing any prison time or being shot,

      Granted I’ve dodged a few bullets and owned illegal handguns that I kept in my house.

      We’re all counted out the minute we are born in this mess we call the ghetto,

      I’ve learned how to survive, I don’t know if I learned how to become a man here.

      The same drug dealers that are still hustling are asking me if I want in again,

      I had to decline quite a few times and I’ve only been here a few hours.

      I’ve heard that if you’re able to get out of the circumstances you’re in,

      Don’t look back and don’t come back, it’s just a death trap.

      I don’t think I could ever do that, that’s just not in my heart,

      I know that I have an obligation to teach these young kids the right way.

      There isn’t much I can do right now besides walk through these streets,

      And shake my head as I watch young kids throw their lives away.

      I can’t even tell them to stop doing what they’re doing, they don’t care,

      And if they don’t care about themselves or dying on the block, that’s life.

      Evil lurks in these streets everyday and I learned that quickly,

      There’s nothing good within this 20 block radius but crime, violence and death.

      It’s death, murder and mayhem that goes on around here,

      When the discussion of cleaning up this neighborhood comes up, people laugh.

      It’s a

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