A young black boy named Jamal lived in a rough neighborhood in London full of bad influences, but he was religious and attended church with his mother every Sunday. His father, who was white, left when he discovered Jamal's skin color was black, abandoning the boy at a young age and leaving him to grow up without a paternal influence in the crime-ridden area of London.
A young black boy named Jamal lived in a rough neighborhood in London full of bad influences, but he was religious and attended church with his mother every Sunday. His father, who was white, left when he discovered Jamal's skin color was black, abandoning the boy at a young age and leaving him to grow up without a paternal influence in the crime-ridden area of London.
A young black boy named Jamal lived in a rough neighborhood in London full of bad influences, but he was religious and attended church with his mother every Sunday. His father, who was white, left when he discovered Jamal's skin color was black, abandoning the boy at a young age and leaving him to grow up without a paternal influence in the crime-ridden area of London.
Once upon a time, a dear full boy called Jamal, lived in
this hood full of bad influences in a big city.
That city was London, the home town of the “bad-man, road man” all of that “wanna be gangster shit cus” nonsense. But a boy of the lord he was… Used to go to church with his mum every Sunday. His dad wasn’t around for long of Jamal’s life, when the dad ,(hill-billy boy), found out that Jamal's skin colour was black he left