RG

TO FIND YOUR PLACE UNDER THE SUN.... YOU GOTTA PUT UP WITH A FEW SORE BLISTERS...(think about it ;) I'M NOT ONLY DOING THIS FOR ME BUT ACTUALLY.. MY FAMILY.. MY PARENTS.. MY BROTHER.. AND MY FOUR SISTERS I FEEL IVE BEEN CHOSEN TO MAKE US ALL WINNERS REMEMBERED AS SAINTS INSTEAD OF SINNERS NO MORE NO NAME AND T.V DINNERS NO NEED TO SLANG COCAINE JUST TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE WINTERS GROWING UP GIVING OURSELVES HAIRCUTS WITH DULL SCISSORS BAD LUCK?? FUCK.. ITS LIKE IM LOOKING IN A BROKEN MIRROR BUT I WAS BORN TO END THE STRUGGLE MY FAMILY'S SHEAD SO MANY TEARS THAT ANY MEMORIES ARE NOW RESTING IN THEY'RE OWN DAMN PUDDLES IM AT MY CROSSROADS.. MY DECISION TIME.. KEEP SLAVING 9-5 ??.. OR MAKE A BILLION OFF MY MIND AND THESE RHYMES?.............?.......I’VE ALWAYS HAD THIS FEELING, THAT EVERYTHING I’VE OVERCOME THROUGHOUT MY LIFE, HAS MADE MY STORY, ONE THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD. IN THE BEGINNING, I STARTED PERFORMING AT CHURCH, WHEN I WAS ONLY 2 YEARS OLD. MUSIC IS IN MY BLOOD, IT’S IN MY SOUL, IN MY BONES. I GREW UP SINGING FRANK SINATRA AT FUNDRAISERS AND BEING THE ENTERTAINMENT AT MY SISTER’S TEEN PAGENT SHOWS. I WAS ALWAYS ATTRACTED TO THE MICROPHONE. THEN THINGS WENT SO WRONG, WHY? I WAS TOO YOUNG AND INNOCENT TO REALLY KNOW. BUT EVERY MONTH WE HAD TO MOVE, HAVING TO SWITCH HOMES FASTER THAN MODELS HAVE TO CHANGE THEIR CLOTHES. I WAS ALWAYS THE “NEW KID”, EVERYONE KNEW WHO I WAS, BUT YET NEVER TOOK THE TIME TO GET TO KNOW. MY FAMILY WAS GOING THROUGH HARD TIMES, SO REALLY WHO? WANTED TO KNOW THE “NEW KID” ESPECIALLY, WHEN HE’S BROKE. I HAD TO FIND A WAY TO SHINE, SO I’D WRITE POEMS IN CLASS, AND GET ALL THE GIRLS PASSING NOTES. PLUS, I COULD LAST WITH ANY OF THE “JOCKS” IN ANY SPORT, DIDN’T MATTER WHAT I WAS WEARING, CAUSE I WAS ONE OF THE BEST ATHLETES ON ANY FIELD OR ANY COURT. THEN CAME HIGH SCHOOL, ADOLESENCE, BAD INFLUENCE, AND “THE WRONG CROWD.” PEOPLE FINALLY THOUGHT I WAS COOL, CAUSE I SOLD THEM WHATEVER THEY WANTED, EXPLAINED WHAT WAS ON MY MIND, MADE IT RHYME, AND FLOWED LIKE I HAD SOMETHING TO PROVE. LITTLE DID THEY KNOW, ON THE LOW I ALREADY HAD A STACK OF SONGS ACTUALLY, ABOUT 9 OR 10 SHOEBOXES FULL. MY WORDS ARE POWERFUL. MY PURPOSE IS GOOD, I’M NAMED AFTER MY FATHER, AS THE BABY OF 6 CHILDREN AND I FEEL MISUNDERSTOOD. RAISED IN MOTELS, TINY APARTMENTS AND PUBLIC HOUSING HOODS. ALL MY SINS MADE “A BOY” CHANGE FAST INTO “A MAN”. AND MY BAD CHOICES FOR A WHILE HAD ME OFF TRACK, STRAYING AWAY FROM WHAT I ALWAYS KNEW WAS MY DESTINED PLAN. STRUGGLING HAS GOT ME SO FEDUP, THAT I'M MAD EVERYDAY FROM THE MOMENT THAT I GET UP. RECENTLY, MY MOMZ AND POPZ GOT REAL SICK, AND I THOUGHT; “ WHAT HAVE I MADE OF MYSELF? WHAT HAVE I BECOME?” “WHO AM I?” ON THE SIDE, I’VE BEEN MAKING MUSIC FOR SO LONG AND IT'S ABOUT TIME I LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT IM REALLY WORTH, ITS TIME FOR ME TO RISE, THEN ATLEAST I CAN SAY, “I TRIED.” AND GET THE CHANCE TO MAKE MY PARENTS TRULY PROUD, BEFORE THE DAY I SEE THEM DIE.BIO WRITTEN BY: ROGER GARRITY JR. A.K.A “R.G.” GET TO KNOW ME..