I went from, Bein' a lil' nigga runnin' from bitches wit cooties
To runnin' tha streets, Pimpin' tha same bitches for booty
Playin in tha rain, Football in tha street, A little kissin' tag
It was all a game, Till hustlers started shootin', Missin' bags
Then I got onto tha train, Started workin' tha lovely hustle
Reached 8th grade, Found out chicks was diggin big muscles
Seen niggas muffled, Babies cryin', Cuz they mama strung out
Make it was tryin', Then tha jakes raided where we hung out
Shot a lung out, Ditched thru tha back door, Left my nigga dead
Similar to tha shit that happens, When fightin over blue and red
Travellin' thru my head, Was thoughts of one thing, Survival
Got tired of bein' a gangster, Tha main reason I started readin tha Bible
Never really had an idol, So I had no role that I could follow
Couldn't really live from tha heart, Cuz it felt my chest was hollow
So I turned to tha bottle, Thought that would carry me on
Felt like I was tha main event, Any bitch would marry me, Wrong
My life started to slip, fell in love wit tha clips, Satan was bitin'
Could never really talk to people, So to communicate I started writin'
Flames started ignitin', Then I found out I wasn't fully a man in ways
And that's tha end of my story, It leaves me where I am today


Tha first part of a story Imma tell about my life.....Tha next part should be up pretty soon.....Peace