Growing up in the ghetto, you had to choose. You had to choose to live or die, choose to survive or fold. Every choice you made reflected on you as an individual and where you came from. Growing up in the sixth borough, the lost borough where not many make it out, Kappa knew what it was like to be hungry and out on his ass with no one to turn to. The streets made him while his parents made the streets. With his father serving a hefty fifteen year sentence and his mother buried six feet under, at the hands of his father, Kappa turns to the very place that took everything from him to survive.