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Originally from Cincinnati, OH. As a child my mother would often look at me as if she was peering through me. At those very moments, she would say that I was a mirror image of my father who died when I was an infant. I never missed him, though legend has it that I shook his body and told him to wake up. I grew into the quintessential hustler. Baggin up work for my uncles gave me the fundamentals by the time I was 5 years old. I understood the metric system before I could read a newspaper. I never wanted to be famous for any reason. I always wanted money though. Alot of my friends wanted that fame, even lusted it. I was exactly the opposite, I preferred to blend in with the furniture. It was always safer that way, and more profitable. But eventually the whale got too big for the fish tank, bye bye Cincinnati, hello Miami. Ahh finally, just a face in the crowd. Nobody knows my name, my face, my purpose. A bag full of money and a brand new start. Music, though always a passion, was never a priority. Rappin was something I could do but not something I really cared if I did or not. With that said, let me say this, "I am here because you want me to be." You love me and I have learned to love you. I gave you product to sample and you became addicted. I appologze. I have fought this inevitability tooth and nail. You win and you know exactly who you are, smile. I didn't choose this shit, it chose ME. I didn't want it this way, but at the same time, it is what it is. I didn't mean for it to happen this way. I warned you. I begged you to stop. You know how the saying goes, be very careful of what you wish for............Now here we are. Dealer and junkie once again. If you ask the right person, I am a monster. I am what's wrong with the world. A capitalist. You see, my friends love me for the very same reason that my enemies hate me, I never think of a better way to say things. I speak exactly my mind totally. Some would call that honest to a fault. Now before you go off on a tangent saying that I am playing my violin in a dimly lit bistro, sipping a finely aged wine on a poor me episode, bite your tongue OFF. I love the pressure, the hatred, the resentment. I feed off of it. You have made me necessary. I am you in your eyes but not you actually. I do exactly what you would've done if faced with that situation. I buy the same car in the same color and rock the same watch that you would've if only you had the money. Tell me, how do I look in that Benz coupe. I've never seen it for myself so I have to trust you to tell me. Call me what you want but it is all I am. I know pain and tragedy. I've outlived my father and my first born son. Nothing this world can imagine can touch that type of pain. This definitely aint about that at all. Life often throws us curve balls or deals us a shitty hand. I am victory, the come up, the score. I am no frills, no gimics, no nonsense. The very charasmatic figure who can make you think dying for me is a beautiful idea and wonder why you didn't think of it first. I am the monotone, voice over, narration in the gangster movies in the flesh. I am the loveable villian. With that said, may everything go your way.
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