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I need this opportunity

It's one in a life time

I've been there 

- held at gun point

- jumped 

- broke 

- gang banged 

South Central are my roots, it's not fun, but afterall it's South Central love. 

My parents' struggle to raise me. Humble. Aztec roots. Poor. Well Raised.

I'm no criminal, but I am addicted to the soccer pitch. 

Kids in the "hood" can have dreams too. I dream big, like Gyansi Zardes. 

College Athlete. A soldier  

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