Why do I get mah serve on every day, I gotta get pay/
As I pave tha way I got regularz comin like church on sunday/
Grew up in tha K, if so I wouldnt rap today, tha past seems gray/
I cant recall, too many sharp blowz to tha head, broke or dented/
Chi town native, 4-11 age, instead of bein raised, I laid broke in bed/
White boy at Monarch grade school, only pale so laid in own red poolz/
Turn me loose, after bein thrown off a roof, I thought mah life waz through/
So untrue, what could I do, two broken legz, an a broken spirit too/
Intellegence through penz on page, I know what I am, but who/
Yearz pass, recovery has taken place, now tha game has to lay to waste/
Rap discraced by Broke Stylez, get outta mah face I hold mah place/
Still visit Chi, keepin roots, cept now stead of fist this honkey shootz/
Busted Blindly till I seen tha bloody bootz, stept in mah bulletz juice/
Looked at his face, I seen fallin from tha rooftop,
I shot again, but I felt mah broken heart stop.......

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