Pool in the backyard, trampoline in the front, 2 story house,
Both parents together with a dog and brother.
How could things get any better? I was cocky no doubt.
Hammock was resting between two trees which were green all year round,
Everything nice and orderly and easy, heaven was found.
Nice school to go to, learning what others wished to know,
Learning about Christ and being saved as I continued to grow.
This pattern was fun, until things changed.
I moved to a different place and nothing remained the same.
I said good bye to my friends, they wouldn't miss me anyway,
Told them to write, ha, they were just glad I was going away.
I listened to rap, but then my ambitions kind of died,
Inside I tried to gain the fire, but songs became my ambition,
My mission was simple, to inspire, motivate, maybe even make people cry.
50 cent, Lil Jon, get crunk inside the building, WHAT?
Learning cuss words everyday. Gay, ho, fucking a slut butt first, what?.
But my influences died away, and maybe a part of me did too,
Who knew that moving to North Carolina would be the best thing someone could do?

I wrote for a little bit, but mostly I wrote songs about my feelings,
Healings and wisdom about the true things I was screening.
Had a girlfriend, but didn't kiss em till my last year of middle school,
What a fool I was to think that my grammar and activities made me cool.
The fire touched me again, like a breath of air inside a chamber of conceit,
Defeated I finally gave way to the the destiny I was going to meet.
I started to write rap instead of rock, I liked beats and not guitars,
How far away from my dream I wasn't sure,
Until google caught Rapverse like a dot upon the radar.
I acted amazing, like I was the best the site could ever want,
Until I lost and lost and lost, my skill was low, and I was getting served,
Like the chocolate dessert in the small town resturant.
I gave up again, but decided to try one more time,
One more line to see if I could impress people with just one more rhyme.
By now the world I knew back home, was nothing compared to this,
The bliss had turned to anguish and my home was becoming a piece of shit.
Dad couldn't hold a job, mom was crying, I saw nothing though,
It was as though my only job was to get better at writing and put on a show.
Then I tried topicals, thought maybe it was like song writing,
Cuz I couldn't diss someone, never have been good at fighting.
Started listening to Nas, and then my dad gave me some amazing news,
Not only was he moving out of our house,
But for another woman, mom looked like she was turning blue.
She knew life was changing, but she tried to make it easy,
Too bad for me, the road to recovery is never that easy.

Nas, Tupac, Biggie, greater lyricists before their talent was known,
Canibus showing up people, ready to take over the Rapping Throne.
50 Cent topping records, with Buck, Game, and whoever else knows,
I was turning Hip hop, but no one knew how I felt,
I had to hide in my shell because no one seeing what I wrote,
Thoughts and notes in a book, but no one could know.
Finally my life is changing, I see the world like I should have at the start,
Trusting few, befriening many, mocking those who own shopping carts.
Heart to heart conversations? Nah stopped those when used against me,
Freestyling here? Nah just a waste of lyrics to be used against me.
I despise 50 cent and everything that he stands for,
Rap to me is no longer about money, rides, and whores.
I rap for God, because he made my life something to be proud of,
While I rap for him, I hear people saying a loud.
This boy knows the truth, and is trying to reach the young ones,
Funny how I almost became one of the people trying to be reached,
Preached to but never understanding the lyrics people shoved at my feet.
Guess my story isn't over, but maybe I can help cause a breaththrough,
Till then, I guess all I can say is that this story is To Be Continued...