Initiation

I have to tell you all my story ... it's not a happy one.
It's a story of struggle, of poverty.

I grew up on the streets, in the rough part of town, in a place some people call the hood, others call it Woodlake.
I came from a troubled home and the streets were all I knew. I began hanging around with some really bad people.
I joined a gang called 'Kings of the Street.'

 Initiation wasn't easy ...
I had to inject my first marijuana as part of my initiation, I didn't know how to inject it so the gang's leaders showed me how.
Before I knew it, I was living a life of crime; robbing my own family - I even murdered them once (they're OK now.)
My life spiraled out of control, injecting one marijuana after the other. All I knew was marijuanas.
I became so stoned I came to believe that I was, myself, a marijuana plant. I attempted to pot myself in the ground, luckily fire fighters came and dug me up before I became a fully grown marijuana plant.

And you see everyone, that is my story of how marijuanas ruined my life. And I don't want it to happen to anyone.

MARIJUANAS, NOT EVEN ONCE.