Yo, where im at, times gettin hard, knowamsayin??

Yo, it's like this

Every night I pray to God, cuz I know tomorrow's not promised
Still fightin through the trials, haters didn't want me to drop this
I came up from the dirt, clean shirts I rock wit a nice crib
Didn't have all of that before, so I thank the Lord for what he did
My pops hastlin me wit bulls**t, preachin only he a hyprocrit
He wasn't always a pastor, he was the # one crack man, who smoked Coke s**t
New York city streets, Bronx where I was holdin it down
I was an infant at the time, didn't even know I was gonna hold the crown
5-0 didn't give a s**t about what happened to us
Cuz the Bloods had them shook, no protection, that's just how life was
So moms thought it was a sign, so we stepped out the ghetto
Trenton, New Jerz, but so happened, the same s**t meddled
My mamma did what she could to keep us children safe and alive
Eleven of us, my Pops abandoned us, couldn't hold up the strife
2nd priority, aside from livin was gettin the white education
We snuck into da Lawrence schools, for us, it was Vacation
But anytown you step in, there's always a hood reppin da dirt
Da ville they called it, where robbers and killas would merk
But hey, schools was nice, so my mamma signed up for a crib
A townhouse, cheap and yet comfortable, but we were only kids
What did we know, I thought life was all good
Always begged my mother for gifts, only she wished she could
Pops crazy a** runnin around wit chicks the age as my older sister
Him and my mom weren't even divorced, could he get any sicker
Only sooner it was, when my Mamma found out bout his affair
The memorys blurry, as a pre-teen, I didn't really care
I stare down at my past, the food, jobs and money
My parents got back together, it was sweet as honey
More money came in, so we stepped out the high projects
But my mind couldn't leave the hood, niggaz, and mind sex
Still fightin through this muthaf****r, only in my head, it gets worse
You could describe my life as a musical, The Gift and The Curse




Wasn't really one of my bests, but it explains where I come from and it stayed on topic.

nice...why you don't put shit like that down back at RW...then again i feel ya..,just a waste of talent there...nice piece!

yea, i but you notice Im droppin some rhymes from rw in here, just so niggaz can get a taste of how i spit

man it sounds like you think your black
but why don't we cruise in my cadillac
but don't talk shit or i'll slap ya back
and you'll fall on your ass and have a heartattack
man you must think your cool
you better stick to a game called pool
cause i guareentee you sound like a fool
while your boyfriend's busy pushin in your stool
you probly didn'tt understand what was just said
so you better shut your mouth before you end up dead
and it'll probly be cause your full of lead
so your layin on the ground bleedin from your head
don't you wish you wern't such a mothafucken sped

Hey, respect my post. You can't just post a rhyme in another person's thread. Respect!!! I don't even know you and you dissin on a nigga. You don't know me so get off my dick!!

Wack....AGAIN!!!!

"2nd priority, aside from livin was gettin the white education
We snuck into da Lawrence schools, for us, it was Vacation"..WACK!!

"But hey, schools was nice, so my mamma signed up for a crib
A townhouse, cheap and yet comfortable, but we were only kids
What did we know, I thought life was all good" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS??.....

Kid just quit hip hop....

Peace...
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Ps: u wack bitch face it....lol

Man, just get off my dick. Im not tryin to pursue a career in rappin. I just do it for fun. Im more into ballin anyway. but you make it like I have no talent. I may not be a Tupac or Nas, but Im not a complete rookie.

Suck a dick rookie....hahaha


Peace...
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pussy, go rap a lil' boy or somethin, all you do is hate you lil' faggot