bringin' nothin but animocity, a tragedy, man it's got to be.//
to even talk to me is suicide, I'm not the kind for company.//
just a scued life, with a bruised mind, from bein' rused at school, it's nothin' new.. but why?//
how'd an intelligent child with a positive outlook, fall out of his shell and end up worse off than in hell, look.//
It all can be tracked back to myself, like 12, back-pack packed and my mom kicked me out.//
on the streets all by my lonesome, needed money so bad, I found a gat and stole some.//
but the store clerk had one of his own and pulled it, faced with the chrome I froze up.//
ended up with three holes in my shoulda, and one dead center in my chest.//
rapid loss of breath, stress of the pain I lay in un-rest.//
cops came and, you know what's next.......

this the story of my life
story of stryfe
story to scare you wanna be gangstas back to your suburban lives.....

un-heard cries, I lay in a hospital bed, shed tears in my eyes.//
hands lashed by my side, restrained like I was a slave to my own demise.//
cops stand and gaze as I awake from my dreamstate, still an un-focused mind.//
torturous, although I'm forcin' it away as if to compromise.//
mental anguish in place of physical pain, it's subliminal ache is too much to bare.//
with so much at stake, I still have a blank face, I don't care.//
I want outta this place, but where do I go next.//
I made an attempt to steal and I saw death.//
is that not punishment in it-self, or am I destin to spend consecutive months in a cell.//

<< hook >>

look where I am now, surely I'd be better off on the out.//
only still 12, but cramped in this place isn't my idea of living well.//
I'm a hustla, have been since day one, there isn't anythin' in this world I couldn't sell.//
but not now, now my flex's been stripped away like my rights.//
can't smoke, can't drink, all I have is this pen.. so I write.//
and make light out of dark days, repent my dark ways until I leave this dank cave.//
and it all starts again.. 18 now a few years have past.//
been locked up a few more times after that and I've mastered gats.//
don't freeze on the trigger no-longer, never killed, but there's some people in my past that no-longer walking.//
I'm also a father, to a baby son of my own, michael, daddy's alway's gonna be there for ya.//
hold your hand and show the right path, not my broken road.....

okay.. just to let you know all of this is true.. If you don't believe me, I'll show you a pic of the scar that covers half my chest from the operation to fix the damage to my chest cavity, plus the three other well.. two in the front, that hit my shoulders..

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i feel ya, i dropped bout 7 open mics like that b4.... keep it flowin

cool cool dawg.. this the first one I done, don't really know why.. just got in that state of mind reflecting on life..

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yea i dropped one when i had the worst week of my life...... keep dem tight beats comin yo

U had some Ill ass Multies ,,,,,,, I'm feelin all ur open mics dawg ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, hit em wit some mo

that was a deep peice..smooth multies and good bar structure...ill spit dunny...keep writng that hot shit namsayin...wahid

Another hot verse... this joint was deep. Had me feelin' like I was in ya shoes an' shit. Damn kid, you keep wreckin' the boards. Ill wordplay and all...