Verse 1:
At the age of 14 I never futured this life///I was writin poetry,but not the musical type///Until the pa'tnas introduced me to the music of life///now I'm watchin BET lovin the music and hype///
felt a rush of power now I'm introduced to a mic///Influenced by the surroundings and I used em' to write///Takin notes from tha
greatest to improve my style///Fuk studios, I made a booth out the room of tha house///but from the roof to the floor///
I needed room fo a flow///I was thankin to blow-up-as soon as I wrote///real conceited but broke///I knew I had what it took///
every rap in my book///was like crack to the youth///but I was lackin the loot--for studio time-///plus in School at the time///
and pops didn't like me foolin wit rhymes///I was escapin from school///and breakin the rules///skippin class cause I wanted to hang wit the crew///chasin dem broads///gettin laid wit tha squad///A life based on mistakes but I made up the lost///
waited patient and long///I couldn't take it no more///I had to approach the game now and break in the door///cause I hate to be poor///but didn't favor for jobs///creatin mo' prob's///between the relation wit pops///In the station alot///made songs flagrant and hot///and gave the streets a taste of the flavor I dropped///
I was catered wit props///from the base of the blocks///change the youth wit a job to inspirate em like Pac///Exchange em and swap///from a gangsta to Scot///na I'm speakin from a educational thought///don't fake what ya not///here's a statement to jot///I esculate to the top///and anxious to roc///
from stages and change from a gangsta to star///

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