Abandoned at Age Two No One could Understand My Anguish.. Left in the Dark Without Light, and Yet I Never Vanished.. I Came From the Gutter Minus My Pops, Sisters, and Mother.. Raised in a System for Victim Children, and Still I Wonder?.. They Say that Struggle Creates Strength It Makes Sense Why My Brain Functions on a Higher Level than Intense.. It's Not a Gimmick If I Done Spitt It Than I Done Lived It.. Sick of the Bullshit.. Claiming a Thug, but Never Pulled Shit.. Aint Never Poked Shit Signed to a Label, and Never Wrote Shit.. Ya'll just Some Phonies, Fake, Imitation, Plastic Homies.. I Come for Money, cause Nothing in Life is Free It's Funny.. It's Getting Ugly I'm Beating the Game My Fist are Bloody.. Much Love to Biggie, Pac, and L-E-F-T-E-Y-E.. Every time I Spitt It's Like They Invested Their Trust in Me.. Must be My Destiny, cause I Don't get No Rest you See?.. I Stay up all Night with My Pen Writing My Poetry.. Lyrically Who could Flow with Me?. All The Music on This Page is Pretty Much Freestyle, because Most of It Was Recorded Once With No Second, or Third Take.. It's Extremely Underground, and Honestly I Thought No One Would Ever hear It but My Friends!!.. This is Me Without Practice, and a Dream of Becoming a Famous Rapper, but It's Very Me.. Although My Childhood Was Rough I'm Proud of Where I Came From.. Hip Hop Is a Part of My Culture.. I'm No Longer Dwelling on the Past, but Living Every Day Like It's My Last.. I Just Moved Out to California Where I Always Wanted to Live.. Now I Know What Pac Was Always Talking About.. Thank You God.. I Thank You Most..
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