Recap

If you are barely tuning in, you should probably start here. 

This writing is being created to explain a portion of my life.

I am Jose Moreno and this is part 2 of a series of writings I am creating attempting to explain my life thus far.

In my last blog entry,

I was explaining how a lot of my younger life was dictated by the media and things I saw as cool while growing up.

My parents were and are hard working Mexicans who didn’t have much while growing up and only tried to give me and my brother the best life that they were not capable of having.

In this entry, I will continue my story where I left off.

The Problem

The problem with my parents attempts to give us everything is that they were young when they had me and my brother and had to constantly work to provide for us,

especially because they never finished high school.

They had to constantly work plus were young and had little education raising children.

(My mother was 17 when she had me, my father 22, both born in Mexico.)

I was left to be raised by the media and the things I saw.

This leads me to become a Central Valley Mexican who idolized rap music by the age of 11.

This caused me to want to imitate what I saw and be what I heard on the music I listened to.

This eventually leads to my arrest and shortly after I move to Merced Ca, to my aunt’s house.

Oneness Apostolic Christian Beliefs

Living at my aunt’s house I was constantly enveloped in a different way of living then I was used to.

I started to shift my thoughts to a creator and didn’t investigate much into the matter,

I just kind of went with it,

though I had many questions I didn’t bother pondering about too often.

At the time I believed what I was told and that included things like having to speak in tongues in order to know the Holy Spirit of God had truly entered me.

I remember trying to receive the gift of speaking in tongues during most of my stay at my aunt’s place that year but I was not able to receive it.

I was always told I was overthinking it too much.

Later on, I realize they were right,

but not in the way you think.

I’ll explain that later.

Going to Merced’s Blessing and Curse

I will mention that during my stay in Merced,

I was homeschooled and it was awesome.

Now I look back and realize how much I just like learning on my own.

I like reading and pondering on ideas in my head discussing them and finding others to reiterate my thoughts to.

But I digress.  When I was homeschooled I learned and got straight A’s

(it also helped my aunt was my teacher with the answers ;0 ),

and because of my good grades,

my parents bought me a laptop,

which I used to start making beats.

My parents also bought my a Yamaha piano from Costco which I use to get basic music lessons from my other aunt’s boyfriend at the time.

I learn major and minor scales and get an idea of how to compose a beat using Fruity Loops,

or FL Studio for you younger folk.

 (Just don’t ask me how I got Fruity Loops)

Move Back To Newman

So, I am introduced to making music and I move back to Newman at the age of 13.

Days begin to pass and I forget about Merced.

I have made friends since the age of 10 with a select few in Newman Ca.

JoseR was my first real friend.  He passed away in 2012 in Afghanistan.

He and I started committing dumb crimes together when we were 11-12.

Then there is Jay Mack Wallace, who chilled with me and Joser and the 3 of us were connected tight through middle-school.

Joser and I  would take emblems from cars and I even broke into my first home with him.

He changed for the better by the time I moved back to Newman at 13 and I started focusing on music with another lifetime friend M1ke-0!

Playa-M1ke (A.K.A. M1ke-0)

I met Playa-M1ke most formally probably around the 8th grade, possibly 9th?

8th grade we for sure knew about each other, and possibly wrote freestyles on the same paper that was passed around Yolo Middle School.

MSN Messenger was popping in 2003-2004 and my and M1ke would battle through a chat screen.

I had moved back to Newman and had a microphone with FL Studio and I didn’t have to mention it twice for M1ke to suggest we get in the booth one time.

That one time became a lifelong journey that I constantly continue with that dude till the end.

And Then there is Killa-Tone.

Killa-Tone

Killa-Tone is a dope freestyler with deep words that can penetrate when he wants them to,

and words that can make you feel like dancing with the vibe he gives off.

Tone was always motivational and pushed others to do their best even when the going was getting tough.

Tone and I smoked a lot of weed together and spoke about the meaning of life on an almost daily schedule.

Oh yea… drugs.

Drug Use

I first smoked at probably the age of 11, then drank Grey Goose Vodka at the age of 12, and smoked weed at the age of 13, then did Coke by the age of 14.  Ecstasy was another favorite by 15,

(Popping thizzles was the thing from around 15-17)

I got the name C-Rock from my use of Cocaine.

I have done Salvia, and shrooms and who knows what else those thizzles were laced with.

To this day I hold the belief that drugs are not the only things that cause people to sin.

All people fall short of perfection and not all struggle with drugs.

Others struggle with uglier things that are only visible to themselves in their mind.

15 Years of Age

By the time I was 15 my friend Tone introduced me to a book called “The Secret”.

This book taught about the Law of Attraction.

The Law of Attraction basically taught me that everything we constantly think about brings about our reality.

The extreme of this book taught we all had the ability to be God if we only believed enough.

I also began breaking into homes on just about a daily basis when I was 15.

During the winter, it would get dark by 5ish.

I would walk around the block, and if any house was completely dark by 6 o’clock I would assume no one was there because who would be asleep that early.

(During one incident where I broke in and cause a woman to scream, I realized some people work nights).

I would break into homes and come up on money and electronics.

I would sell a lot of the things I stole and buy drugs.

Whenever we took visits to the mall, my pants would get stuffed from the clothes I stole.  Baggy clothes were in so one could get away with a lot.

I had a couple of girlfriends already but had never been serious with any of them, since I was more into the party scene.

My First Car

By 15 and a half I got my permit, and by 16 I had my license.

My dad’s sister gave me my first car.

It was a red ’91 Celica.

It lasted me a little bit less than a year before I crashed it, hitting a city tow truck.

Up until this point in my life, I had committed over 100 home burglaries in the Central Valley.

I was 17 years old when I got in my accident.

By the time I went to court for it I was 18 and had to turn myself in for 2 days.

I feared for this because of the chance of my fingerprints coming up upon intake.

I did my 2 days and was released.

After I was released, about 2 weeks later,

Newman Police Department surrounded my workplace of Cebro Frozen Foods.

My father came in to tell me while I was working that there was a lot of cops outside, waiting to arrest me.

I will continue this next time (: