A'yo, this is Exort 4 Lyfe, AKA Rappone... Yo


Yea (yoooooooo) Never, Juss never give up your dreams (yeaaaaaaaaa) Keep fightin, coz one day, you might juss, get what you want…. Some of my life, some of my homies… But, keep goin…

Thats right niggaz keep fightin for what you thrive/
Coz if you don’t pursue ya dreams you aint livin real life/
You aint givin real strive, to the agony of life’s retaliation/
Show God you’re his fuckin greatest creation/
Follow the lead to where you brain stations/
And rests, never give in, have patience/
Coz one day, Shit might get harder than an unsolved mathematical equation/
But it needs practice success suicide is just a cowards way to death/
Whereas real niggaz, fight for sayin shit even wit their last breath/
To prove their the best, die with honor floatin in their chest/
And not regret, the day they were born after dropping to heaven or hell/
But that don’t matter, Where’d you think your goin’ with all those 47’s you sell/
Cant you tell? The beef you lived would come back to haunt you/
Don’t follow my path, Turn 180 degrees for a various life to taunt you/
I don’t give I fought for everything I’ve become/
People I love dyin, Getting replaced by people like scum/
Spittin their chewin gums in ya face cause they don’t like your funds/
Studio insurance policies gabblin over your back coz ure black/
Wantin fake money from your ass, actin whack/
Governments turning back and showin theyr asses to ya face/
So you try building ya shit in a whole different place/
Act with haste and carry a mace, Destroy your enemies car before you evacuates/
Then you get caught by the cops, Spend six years in jail with niggaz spittin dirt in ya plate/
All you feel is hate, Risin in you like a writhin snake/
Your awake, But you finally realize how much energy it takes/
To keep you eyes starin in the face of these fakes/
Where’s the knife? Survive it, getta outta jail and continue with work/
Black and poor, build a studio, Officials fill your papers with dirt/
And throw ‘em back at your face, They aint carin wether you hurt/
Or your brain jerked in criminal manner or even worse/
But one thing, I never quit, earned to stand by my own side, And accept all this shit/ Cuz

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You should never Surrender, Live your dreams/
You should always remember, That life someday gleams/
And gives what you wish for, whatever you look to/
But don’t ever forget, the past feelings that shook you/ (Cuz you’d feel betta)

You come home from school, Get accused for some fake shit you didn’t do/
The bullies push you around and they say shit like “You ain’t cool”/
Teachers observin you eyes filled with malice, They think you’re a fuel/
Another cruel, bitch, You go home, tears slidin down your cheeks/
Your too weak, to front your enemy, but ther aint no-one to speak/
No one to utter comfortin speech, or hug me when I’m feelin distorted or bleak/
I juss sit on the side of the streets, and pray/
May God help me, Any fuckin day/
But everyday I hold my knife to my wrist, And bid the world farewell/
Next day I wake up in bed, Oh well/
Cant do it, Cant Slice it, but this urging feelin, after becoming 13 I learned to fight it/
Can’t cope everyday you wait for the next day to draw closer/
But when next day come, you get fried with a toaster/
The feeling in your chest is like bein in a constant roller coaster/
But finally, Something happened/
I discovered I had real talent in rappin/
Rippin papers every day from books in the garbage can and start crappin/
Usin spit as my ink, Place in my pen and start jabbin/
In the face of this paper, Till I got discovered/
Till I got a house, and a mother/
I got a great friend, a fuckin great brother/
Me n my step dad, we also loved each other/
My talent growin bigger formed a group, and we rhymed/
My fame growin bigger inside my eyes/
Next I kno my brother died/
This time I dint think of suicide… well nah, at least I tried// cuz

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Patience. Always follow your dreams. You'd win. Peace out

Holy shit dats a lot