Living in a place where you could always settle scores, but had to suffer through ghetto wars//
This isn't the life that was ment for me, or is it? I can't think long enough to see//
Always watchin' my back incase someones out to kill me, never know if my next rhyme will be the last I ever drop//
While my friends were opposite race, I felt so so outta place//
Livin' all around me sportin' corn rows, but they always helped me with my flows//
Racist family raised me but I overcame, couldn't let their beleifs put my hopes to shame//
I wouldn't give in to it before I'd change my name, And not many people would think the same//
I hold the world record for gettin' jumped, white kid must look like money//
Though I never had any, True friends? didn't have many//
Couldn't trust anyone, cuz if I did I would be gone//
This is my life though, I'll probably never roll in tha dough//
But I wouldn't ever trade it for no one's, Cuz they couldn't take the guns!!!!

Thats just part of my song I'm writin'.
Love to get some input, ya'll are great, I've gotten much better than before I came here.... this is a great place

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