ayo,i looked to the ground there was blood all around screaming followed after a loud sound dizziness uccured my head was stirred vision blurry sounds distorted
sense of reality...slurred.....i remember wantin to die broke out and start to cry this guy with a gun fear and hate in his eyes looked me in the face couldnt pull the trigga guess thats the cost for wantin to be a real nigga//
goin home in an ambulence i couldnt handle this sh%t that i was stuck through reachin for a hand when there was no hand to reach to...i saw through times of need,hate,and greed the lord gave me the strength to asspire to be an emcee,now believe me it wasnt easy in a black community rap club with the name Mc AddLibb but i grew to my reputation:

BRIGHT SKINNED AND MIGHTY //

times were hard momma didnt have no money i resorted to nines and the 2 twentys,never gave a f*ck money was tight and we were pressed for luck,momma met a rich man who held out his hand along with a real rocked wedding band....i went from levis and no name co,to gucci and ecko but never forgettin where i came from though//
wearin bullet proof vests and a nine strapped to my chest i was protected from
whatever lies next...but i wasnt prepared
for this to try andshoot myself cause she was gonna slit her wrists,the lonley nights and cryin i went back to wearin nike,runnin the streets at night,down on the corner till sh%t with the cops blew over
sick of bein hated and not known by my mother//
met a girl then i was put up on probation she wasnt prepared to see me through the sh%t that i was facin,she was too busy f*ckin this dawg runnin away and i was tired of racin it wasnt worth it and i knew that i wasnt perfect but the sh%t she put me through sometimes i wonder if i deserved it,that was a lesson..it was hard,but i learned it//
now im still in a f*cked up position i got the props but dawgs nearly hate me into submission,they dont see or even feel my vision:to be real on the mic whether your black or white just be true to yourslef and others....dont lie,i try to drown away this sorrow with a 40 ounce bottle just hope if im a daddy that i can be a good father unlike,the one i had...hmm....i dont even think i can call his fagott ass a dad.

Dedicated to my dawg Dawsh

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Dont sleep on this aswell.....

Very nice imagery and vocab used here. Really enjoyed it.

TIGHTNESS ALMOST FELT THE COURCE OF THE TRACK WITH MY EYES CLOSED

^Thanx Uppin^

Uppin ^^^

times were hard momma didnt have no money i resorted to nines and the 2 twentys,never gave a f*ck money was tight and we were pressed for luck,momma met a rich man who held out his hand along with a real rocked wedding band....i went from levis and no name co,to gucci and ecko but never forgettin where i came from though//


Nice lifestyle piece...bangin