SpeaKiN fA dElF...
 

Queenz-bred duke...Dominican..born to do-this/
..as a youngen..
I probly stuck ya local jewelers//
U-know-the-game... the pistol in-da-waist for livin/
8 in da pocketz...
& crackfiendz floored & shiv'rin//
A project kid.. a low-life, wit nothin to live/
abandon'd by Pops...
down-to-stik a knife in ya ribz//
I slept wit whores... strip'd em on the 15th floor...
showed em my length/
and bent 'em with amazin strength//
But-now-that-Im-older... I wish I wouldve done-thingz-different/
LORD forgive me..
for wretchedness & sinful livin//
Im takin the blame...cuz everything I done is-in-vain/
and worst of all...
I grieved YOU & YOUR Merciful Name...................................///

wack elevation...

yeah...I didnt like this one neither... ahhh

straight, coulda been more... but I felt wat u was tryna get at.... keep it up and put more into it, maybe more quantity, more quality, and more heart