I will not say I am from the streets, but my parents, on the other hand, were all from the good streets of our hometown, Evanston, where we learned to read and write just to join gangs and fight, stay out, be another teen dropout, or keep going to monthly court dates from selling drugs all night. Our hometown, Evanston, was more like living that Chicago life. But walking in my shoes at another view, I was in a private school. They made me kinda book smart, learning different types of information as a younger fool, reading letters out of the encyclopedia, and learning words I didn't know, which I look up in a dictionary.