charles,me, i BeeN through many ThinGs in ma Life , Jump By blockS, dIss and cut on, Throw in Rikers Twice , Being Raise Broke, Older brother dat type lost to the streets, no Regular Father, Acs bout 3 times, sum girls actin Hollywood but Raise above aLL dat frm the help Of my Family N my Day 1's dat was alWays there #always I mean I always!! I was always smart but I'm happy Dat I had ppl who made me, also strong and so Many ppl Man so many oThers

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1900 Edition.

There are drugs, gang's initiation Sex drama at young age, people being slave to expensive corporations. Where you are to suppose make your money and save as much as u can or invest!!! The dollar is decreasing that means your money is decreasing too!! A lot of rich people know that and buy casual clothes and stuff. People and teens in schools, work, and outside sometimes don't want to work in uniform because they want to show off everything they had brought. And, some of these people still broke?? And they still buying looseys and blacks that killing them slowly by surely and children getting second hand? Than there are sins being committed a lot such as jealous. Meek mill had talked about on his intro track how they love when he was stuck and they hated when he departed. So, true!!!

1900. Begins: Silver and gold lay the landscape beneath the terrace of the Chateau de Fitzroy, this golden month of September, this golden hour of the afternoon. The fields of La Celle bathed in sunlight, the wooded slopes of St. Michel and Marly already autumn yellow, melted into the delicate hazes of the valley where the Seine shimmered distantly, stream of burnished silver between the dim silver of its banks. In the far background, just substantial against the unsubstantial sky line, poised like the last fantastic touch of a romantic painter, rose the ruined arches of Marly aqueduct-that crowning extravagance of the Roy-Soleil. It completed a picture which in its exquisite unreality, its warmth and glow, its richness, its stillness, seemed like the dream of a Claude Lorraine, expressed by that past-mistress of all art, living Nature herself.

1900. Begins: Silver and gold lay the landscape beneath the terrace of the Chateau de Fitzroy, this golden month of September, this golden hour of the afternoon. The fields of La Celle bathed in sunlight, the wooded slopes of St. Michel and Marly already autumn yellow, melted into the delicate hazes of the valley where the Seine shimmered distantly, stream of burnished silver between the dim silver of its banks. In the far background, just substantial against the unsubstantial sky line, poised like the last fantastic touch of a romantic painter, rose the ruined arches of Marly aqueduct-that crowning extravagance of the Roy-Soleil. It completed a picture which in its exquisite unreality, its warmth and glow, its richness, its stillness, seemed like the dream of a Claude Lorraine, expressed by that past-mistress of all art, living Nature herself.