Wats poppin yall,

   My name is Davisha and i came busting out of my moma on the 23 0f july in 1992. on the hotest month of the year. my auntie named me davisha because my mom name is mesha and my dad name is david. I was the first child of my dad and the second of my mother. I though i had it all until i got older and found out that life was not what it seemed. In my hood dads dont stay long if you still had your you were lucky...huh...man  how much i wish he was there but he wasnt, so time to move on. From there my father was the street if my moma did tell me i had to learn from the street. I been in many fight lost some won some but i had to keep movin. I've been to jail that something that i never cared about it didnt get to me. my moma she was my dad at other times she beat my ass when i was wrong and loved me when i was right. I would never step to her not because i know i would get my ass beat into a coma but because i respect her. I respect my mom because my mom was payn bill as in rent for da house.beacuse my grandmother couldnt do it she was on crack. but that was one crackhead i never messed with i seen her stabe a man...lol man was she crazy.. i grow up with fight ladz in my family........so that who i am..........a FiGHTER