This really nice looking picture reminds me of something. I didn't like my daddy growing up. I hated when people called me by my first name as a punishment to him somehow. All the way up to the teachers and administrators. I just wouldn't answer. They scratched my first name off the paper and called me Renzo instead. My parents divorced when I was around 7 or 8 years old and I didn't really get over it until I was in my 20's. Shit I might not be over it now. But that's not what this entry is about. As you can see from the picture, me and my daddy have reconciled and handled our business. I've also had a step daddy, uncles, church people, cousins, and just niggas from the street to present themselves as male figures in my life. I owe a lot to them and am grateful.
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Renzo is a man of God
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