!! Story Line !!
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He was once a pronoun artist, making his way to the top of the
music charts. Respected by his loving wife, newly born son and
by the whole community for being a true ''hop-hop'' artist. With
sudden fame, brought money. Money brought all sorts of 'gold
diggers' searching for some handouts and anything that this
young male could offer. __________________________________________________ __



::: In the Begining :::

Negitive chants come from his peers in an attemt to shoot him down but he wont let them//
He stays up late reciting rhymes written, tryin to perfect them//
He lays awake. Cant sleep. Cant Eat. Its like my mind flows a continious beats//
A dream, nothing more than than a farfect'd thought untill he put pen to sheet//
Lyrics start to flow, but with more than just a rhyme scheme...
Somthing different...original in thought... sounds like a divine dream....
Negitive chants come from his peers in an attemt to shoot him down but he wont let them//
He stays up late reciting rhymes written, tryin to perfect them//


He's got a One Track Mind... ''success''.... and nothing more//
To provide for his family, sounds like the man you try-to-be
A good role model for his son to admire.. the one who He adors//


::: Stardom:::

With a fresh change to the rap game came a new name and new face//
Life turned from tame to panic, life got frantic .. hard to keep pace//
Couldnt keep his records on the shelfs, the money rolled in//
Times got so good he was wipin his ass with benjamins//
Sparkin cubins with lit Franklins, drinkin liquor in a glass now//
He was living up the rock star life, but things always fuck up some how//


He's got a One Track Mind... ''success''.... and nothing more//
To provide for his family, sounds like the man you try-to-be
A good role model for his son to admire.. the one who He adors//


[/b]:::Crash n Burn:::[/b]

Soon cubins turnd to blunts and the liqour straight from the bottle//
Layin next to his passed out wife, she looks like a crack-whore.. but usta be a model//
Things start to happen, kronic turns to cocaine//
White powder is used to help the so-called pain//
As time passes the money starts to gradually disapear//
His rhymes aint doin shit anymore, he can hardly see clear//
Why would you support a druged out rapper with a strugling career//


He's got a One Track Mind... ''success''.... and nothing more//
To provide for his family, sounds like the man you try-to-be
A good role model for his son to admire.. the one who He adors//



He's got to provide for his family cuz hes the man you see//
So he goes to his source, and gets a phat amount//
Sold the rock point by point, made mad doe yah couldnt even count//
Started to get big... needed fatter amounts still//
Took too much, got jacked... tried to bounce.. got found and killed//


He had a One Track Mind... ''success''.... and nothing more//
To provide for his family, sounds like the man you try-to-be
A good role model for his son to admire.. the one who He adored//



Now this isnt tale suposta be different? It normally dont happen like this//
It starts with the Drug Dealing then turns into another story of biss//
But if you missed the picture... If it didnt quite hit-cha//
Life aint all about Hollywoods happy endings//
Lifes Hardships strike when things be goin good somtimes//
Other times they dont strike, they just rewind//
Play back in yah mind.....................the good ol times...


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