ever since i was small i had a hunger for life...
searching as a kid... and tryna do what is right...
then i lifted the mic... and i gripped it so tight...
slipping tracks, ripping back... its a gift that i write...
give a shit whats in sight... im just here for one thing...
stopping love in my heart... i was blessed that some sing...
what was next to running... was it best to come in...
or just peg and let rest... of the best to jump in...
but i didnt stop there... i got by all the hate...
people worshiping my soul... but couldnt understand fate...
i was garbage to some... i was lesser than good...
all i knew is to pop guns... and hide from cops in the hood
so with all that aside... it was hard to abide...
by the rules of the game... rolling dice to survive...
all the nights that i cried... was it nice that i lied?...
i was ashamed of my name... but at least now i tried!...
in my room in my heart... my 9-5 was writing in a fine art...
in this world in this rapverse... we need creativeness to start...

just key'd this quick to see how ya respond...