Topic: Your now a famous rapper, what where ur struggles on ur way to be there...
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Whats in my mind now

Damn this is crazy knowin dat i finally and actually made it...
I never woulda believed i'd be in the world of rap entertainment...
I went from card board boxes to diamond rings n gold watches..
Im livin the rich life for now, and no one will or can ever stop it...
Everyone thinks i got here easily, n dats why my lifes so humble..
But the truth is, the whole time on my way here i always struggled..

My Struggles [One]

I remember bein only 17, people sed i had no chance at bein famous...
Cuz the buisness industry was full of white peeps dat were all racist..
Wen i began rhymin, everyone i knew just lowerd my confidence..
Always sed i was not good enough back in my home the providence...
I hated my fam, cuz they told me im nothing n i shoulda gave up..
But i didn't wanna be like dem, or else in the filipienes i'll jst stay stuck...
My first struggle was the most difficult, it was to earn peoples respect...
Cuz i was a reject, i would always be the person they would neglect...
Though i did things they wouldn't expect like correct the incorrect...
I turned my rhymes from wack to ill, everyday my skill i made perfect...
But it never seemed to work out for me, jst cuz the color of my skin..
Everytime i got rejected it seemed like my chances were gettin thin...
So the only way to prove my self was to go in rap battles dat were live..
Like BET's free style friday, but it got worst cuz i lost after the 1st time..
It kept feelin as if God was given me signs that i had no chance at all..
But wut kept me goin was the dont give up posters hangin on mah wall..

Why I kept Going

Those Posters were givin to me by my bro, wen everyone put me down...
But i realized if i don't become who i want, soon my fam wont be around..
Just like the rest since they have no money they'll just die of starvation...
But once I get my money, i'll give em the first vacation n a place to stay in...

My Struggles [Two]

I've been turned too many times, i just ran out of money to live any longer...
I was homeless for three years, i kept gettin weak instead of gettin stronger..
I lived with the bums, learned tips from old friends like michael J Meyers...
like papers is a good insalator and don't sleep to close to the fire...
I was poorer then poor, shyt you wouldn't even call it poverty..
Cuz i slept on dirt so dirty, no one would claim it their property...
I gave up on rappin, so i went in dis one last battle for the last time...
It was like a miracle, i lasted 1 hour, 0 losses and my win records was 9...

Finally here

It took me for more then twenty three years to be where i am now...
I lived a life to great with no regrets and all with out a doubt..
Im doing pretty good, cuz im doing from platinum albums to sold out concerts..
Im happy with my life, even though i lost my sister, mom, and even my father..
But its okay i lost them, cuz the person next to me i luv more then ne other...
He's the guy that always luved n cared for me, my one n only luving brother...