My words are verbal muscle/Hip-Hop my love and hustle...I made my debut april 5,1981/ a little playa since birth hated on day one/ Lived life careless and fun until my days of school because I wanted to do the things that the big kids do/ became a problem child but mama had a belt to solve em’/ Thoughts of suicide with a 45 revolve em’/ memories of stress got me crying at night/ Woke up in the morning with demon to fight/ But that was life and I had to make things right/ Got introduced to God and prayed to him every night/ Though the fight got harder the nights seemed longer/ something inside grew and grew a little stronger/ Knew right from wrong had a new step in my feet/ but things looked worse when I looked at the streets/ Like damn was I meant to sleep in the park/ They said keep your head up but the road seemed dark/ November 92 cops killed my uncle David/ My heart went crazy never thought I could behave it/ From then on never really like police/ to be honest I wish all of them deceased/ I was a bomb ticking but didn’t want to explode/ I wanted to have children / wanted to die old/ Have many records with multi-millions sold/ Like I couldn’t die yet my story was untold...
