Highway To Hell! (KJV)

Shot three times, stabbed eight times, and living a life of crime in a 1% outlaw motorcycle club. I was on the Highway to Hell and I didn’t even know it. The club was my family, my brothers in arms. I found a family that I had never known before.I was born to a white family living in the Mexican Barrio of Ontario, California. I lived the first ten years of my life with a family member that abused me in every way imaginable. I wasn’t allowed in the house, but lived in a tiny dark damp room in the small basement. It was a constant battle to stay alive from scraps of food I was thrown and the rats gnawing on me while I tried to sleep.At ten years old I was kicked out of the house and lived on the streets. A skinny malnourished kid surviving by food thrown in dumpsters and by stealing what ever I could. This rough street life led me to drugs. Drugs were a temporary escape from the despair and pain around me. Ultimately this led me to be arrested and thrown into jail. At that point in my li