Grew up in a city called Portland on the sidewalks,
people say Im true street by the way I always talk,
I have traveled miles and miles just to find a home,
nothing could ever make me lose my hope cuz my heart
is as strong as chrome, aint nothing gonna stop me and
imma find that place where I can roam.

Grew up in years for those that dont know,
as my body begins to grow and my verses
begin to flow and my skillz begin to show,
sellin stuff for the dough,just to pay back
all the money I owe to yo`, altough I have
to stay low or else someone comin to be my foe,
below my house are guns and the green glow,
cops pull up and brake into my house,
after I got outta jail I became rouse,
but da cops came back like a louse,
so I ran away like a sand grouse,
and became a yardie for the locals,
started sellin labels and doin vocals,
then heard of the reputation for them,
they were hard from judgement in rem,
my life starting curling like a opaque gem.

Struck in the arm with a lead bullet,
yellin at the peremedicts like Im full of it,
rushed into the hospital in pain,
so many things are goin through my brain,
too many things my brain can contain,
next day I wake up in a comfy bed,
my arm swolen and red from all the blood I bled,
makes me think Im dead,I wanna take back
all the thing I ever said.