Root of a Hustler, Fruit of a Mogul

By Justin W. Frasier

from New Best selling Author Justin W Frasier Based on a true story of "Justin w Frasier "
Root of Hustler Fruit of a Mogul growing up in the inner city of new york drifting into the inside world of the drug trade and sub prime mortgage crisis and living out his passion for the music business and the loss ,betrayal ,death & wickedness that is the root of the condition to most inner cities and under served communities today.. His Rise to power as a Mogul and visionary ,humanitarian ..'The Real Gangster is the one who can take on the business world and help others help them self " his famous quote "The Dream is Free Hustle sold separately ..the Book broke no codes only unlocked the change to our people for the better

• Language: English
• Publisher: Justin W. Frasier
• Release date: Mar 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463430514

Justin W. Frasier

Justin W Frasier is a Entrepreneur and Active Investor with the Midas touch currently coo of Dare 2 Dream Consulting llc a Full service Entertainment company who's primary focus is music Production, Songwriting andConsulting expertise through his years of experience in the music industry .Justin w Frasier is also currently Partner and Ceo of Frasier and Johnson group llc a Real estate Holding company which specializes in Reo , Foreclosures and Short sales our vison of"Buy Back the Block" is to provide residential and commercial properties to under served communities while developing Business alliances and investment partnerships in the mist of building a net work of Excellence ..Justin w Frasier is also a Author with his First Book Autobiography'Root of a Hustler Fruit of a Mogul " Out now on www.JustinwFrasier.com

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ROOT OF A HUSTLER

FRUIT OF A MOGUL

By

JUSTIN W. FRASIER

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Author: Justin W. Frasier

Contents

CHAPTER 1 - I Was Born By A River

CHAPTER 2 - A Good Seed In Bad Soil

CHAPTER 3 - Super Fly With A Big Stick And Slick Tongue

CHAPTER 4 From The F Train To The Boardroom And Back Again

CHAPTER 5 - Don't Let Life Put You In The Passenger Seat. Grab The Wheel And Take Control

CHAPTER 6 - When Life Hits You With A Jab, Duck And Come Back Swinging

CHAPTER 7 - Stay Down Until You Come Up Again

CHAPTER 8 - A Diamond In The Ruff, Waiting To Be Polished

CHAPTER 9 - Rebel With A Cause

CHAPTER 10 - Get Up From The Feet Up, Pimpin Ain't Easy But It Sure Is Fun

CHAPTER 11 - Music Is My Passion, Music Is My Soul

CHAPTER 12 - The Ghetto Quran, Same Tale Different Times. Learn The Lesson And Move On

CHAPTER 13 - The Wolf Of Wall Street Was Fromthe Hood

CHAPTER 14 - You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea.

CHAPTER 15 - Everyone Has A Plan Untilt Hey Get Punched In The Face. Or Hit With The R.I.C.O.

EPILOGUE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Chapter 1

I WAS BORN BY A RIVER

I was born in Brooklyn, New York on a perilously cold March day. I've always felt that it was a blessing and a curse to be born on these hallowed gladiator battle grounds called New York. As the saying goes, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.•..

At 69 square miles, Brooklyn holds the crown title of being the largest of New York's five boroughs; which combine for a total of 320 square miles. I truly believe taking my first breaths of life in Brooklyn helped instill in me an innate sense of ambition, hustle and survival. It has to be something in the water and air, because the Brooklyn pedigree of iconic and successful people berthed here and migrated here are too numerous to name. One of those who migrated was an unsung hustler by the name of Billy Who Frasier. He was also my father. My father was a handsome, streetwise and gifted musician that inherited all of the meticulous gifts of his African American heritage.

My mother, Mauline was of Creo, African American and Cuban descent and one of the most beautiful women you could lay your eyes on. She had a quiet beauty that would suffocate the air out of a room the minute she walked in. She was a secretary by trade, but her style and sense of fashion u would have easily made you assume she was a model. She could have easily been a fashion editor because of her ability to set fashion trends in the neighborhood with her own personal style of dress and putting looks together.

Although my parents make a beautiful couple, everything was not pretty. Privately, the relationship they had towards one another was both verbally and physically abusive. Seeing domestic violence at home was as normal as witnessing and learning about the music and culture that was a vital part of my household and upbringing. From the time of my birth and up until I was three years old, the climate at home had become so toxic, my mother finally had enough courage and strength to move out for good. She felt it was best for us to move to Queens with my grandmother and family. I suspect it was just a matter of time before my mother had had enough of the violence and abuse. Life dictated that the only two good options available were for someone to die, or someone to leave. Wisely, I’m glad my mother chose the latter and just left.

Transitioning to Queens brought the loving comforts and protection of my extended family. Likewise, it protected my mother from the violence she experienced with my father in Brooklyn. It also had another consequence that directly impacted me. At the point where we moved to Queens, away from my father, I was instantly shielded and kept in the dark from my father's life, his music, his culture, his hustle, his drive, his friends, and his associates. But mostly his violent temper and abusive ways. This would prove to have both positive and negative effects on my life.

Growing up in Queens was a definite improvement. Now I was living in a house full of loving people trying to establish a middle class way of living. My family was not rich, but we were making it through on the better side of things. My mother, aunts and uncles worked constantly, so my grandmother was usually the sole caretaker for me and my cousins.

At times there were more than eight grandchildren at the house under the care of grandma, Mrs. Davis.

Although my grandmother was tough on the exterior and around the edges, she gave us both unconditional and tough love. I can recall many times grandma would sit, looking out the winqow. And if she saw you doing something you had no business doing, she would yell to the heavens for you to come home and sometimes there would be a heavy price to pay.

I often got called in from the window because I was a mischievous and wild child who loved to play outside and with cars. I would often cling to my mother for personal time and attention, being that I only got a chance to see her at night and on weekends. My mother was a gracious party hostess and lover of salsa music. She taught me at an early age how to dance. Sounds of Latin music and smells of ethnic, authentic Latin food was always in the air. Stilland all, these wonderful blessings going on outside could not quiet the storms going on inside of me. I had so much built up rage and I didn't know how to direct my energy constructively. Nearing the end of my first grade year, I got into a quarrel and got suspended from my Catholic school, St.Gerard Majella.

My mother was infuriated with me. However, her disappointment, anger and punishment did not put an end to my bad behavior. Without fear of the repercussions, Igot into trouble again the following year.

And this time, St. Gerard dealt with my disruptive behavior in the best way they knew how. They permanently expelled me. The only option I had at that point was to start attending public school.

Remarkably, after an extended period of time under attentive supervision, tutoring and some outside mentorship, Ifinally started to get my act together. In spite of the fact some positive changes were starting to take place, other negative influences were starting to take a hold of me as well. Coming up in an impoverished Jamaica Queens neighborhood, I idolized my uncle Big Kenny for always having nice things. My surroundings provided plenty of examples of wealth and power. You could always look up the block and see your neighborhood's biggest street level drug lords. And as Iwould watch the flashy cars go up and down the block, I saw what It hought my definition of wealth was at the time.

Growing up I was told there are flashy guys, powerful guys, and flashy guys that can convert flash into power. In due time I learn later there are two sides to that coin. Vividly I remember being asked by my first grade teacher, what is your career ambition? This was of course prior to being expelled. And without hesitation, I stated clearly that I wanted to be a drug dealer. In my mind at the time, nothing else made sense. I was screamed at and scolded by the elders. My cousins all laughed at my childish, yet prophetic career goals. The desires of my future profession did not go unnoticed. It left my older cousins and mother very concerned about my future. It even got as far as to the attention of a guy my older cousin, Gayle, was dating at the time. His name was Willie Enning or Black Will and, he was a well-known, big time street level drug dealer.

Once Willie got wind of my career choice, he tried to step in and put me on the right career path. He asked me to come sit and talk with him in his car. It was a brand new Nissan Maxima with chrome wheels and a custom ragtop. Willie said in a stern voice, This life ain't for you. You are smart enough to be a lawyer or a doctor. But being in the game ain't the path you want to take. All the while he was talking, I was staring at his jewelry and taking in the smell of his new car. And because I didn't fully understand why I shouldn't want to be like him and have the things he had, it went in one ear and out the other.

Willie was very nice and generous to me and my family. He would sometimes have Gayle hold money for him.Gayle introduced Willie to my uncle Kenny, who would later supply him at times with drugs he coppe'l! from his mafia connections. In turn, Willie would supply the twins Joe and James or Bimmy who lived across the street from me. Their relationship started and grew through my cousin Vinny.

Gayle was the prize possession of her mother and uncle. Her brother was a drug addict, so Gayle was easily thrust into the position of being the famiy favorite. In their eyes, she could do no wrong. This ultimately led her into a lfe of putting on a show and being miserable inside. My cousin always felt the dueling conflict of not being black enough for the neighborhood we lived in, but always being the black girl to her mostly white friends or colleagues. This often leads to either a serious identity crisis or digging and finding your roots. I was too young to fully understand my cousin's issues to offer any help. Plus, Iwas dealing with my own internal issues. I was craving that father figure to latch onto.

My uncles were usually out working, so I naturally turned to the streets or television to see male role models I could identify with and respect. My father would sparingly come and spend time with me in Queens or have me come meet him in Brooklyn where his building was. When I went he was always writing a song, singing a song, or playing some chords on the piano. And as usual with my father, he was trying to right a wrong he did with the current lady in his life and turning it into a hit record. He would tell me stories about his past recording career and also schooled me on the Nation of Islam and knowledge of self. Also, he would teach me about the habits of good nutrition. Which meant no pork on my fork and meat was not good for me. He never wanted to catch me eating pork. And if he did, there would be verbal consequences in the form of a lesson to reinforce why eating pork was not healthy.

He also stressed the importance of waking up early and working hard. His mantra was that the early bird always catches the worm. My father seemed to have various sales jobs in his later years. He was always a hustler of some sort. Which meant there was always money to be made and you could always work for yourself. I vividly remember