just lil rap I wrote in about 20mins...I wrote the hook to another song, just thought it'd go good with this rap
I remember when I was 3 my cuzzin’ Allen was passed out under the table,
Aluminum antenna, no money for cable, a good life to me seemed to be a fable,
By ’89 by parents were divorced,
Look at what a fucked up life can do N’ I was only four,
Turning five, just me N’ my pops, a former drug dealer taught me how 2 survive,
A pair of bachelors, my mother was an alcoholic seems like life didn’t matter to her,
My brother was disturbed, tried to commit suicide, but he survived the worst,
Then my sister was a runaway, hated my moms N’ pops,
Every other night my moms was callin’ the cops,
The drama never stopped, by the time I was 12,
I was living ghetto fabulous, invited to hell,
It ain’t hard to tell, I’m the black sheep in a family of sinners,
Getting the longest rap sheet to me that’s a winner,
Going to thanksgiving dinner thru mickey’s D drive thru,
Dropped out to make money during my freshman year in high school,
I’m just like you, America’s child, just like George Bush wit a crooked smile,
Could you do what I do, the life that I live,
Life that I’ve been thru, this life that I give,
The life’s gonna get you cuz life’s just trip,
Life of an outlaw, life’s just a bitch
On the high life by my sweet sixteen, I was slingin’ the cream,
Rollin’ my bills, so high on life like I was on oxy pills,
I remember when Royce was stabbed, forced to fight,
Felt like a child, but acted like a man willing to die,
I meant to cry but to me tears were weakness,
I wanted to be a warrior all my life, not just on the weekends,
Sleepin’ thru class cuz my nights were crazy,
Cruising down the road doing eighty,
Wrecked my pops truck just to prove I was crazy,
The life ate me up, boot camp couldn’t wake me up,
My cup was filled to the brim,
Taking str8 shots cuz waycide hated to live,
By 18 I was dedicated to beating the system,
Hooked up wit my homie G’ just coming out the prison,
Told me to listen, prison isn’t for kids,
So I grabbed a mic N’ started to rip this shit…
I remember when I was 3 my cuzzin’ Allen was passed out under the table,
Aluminum antenna, no money for cable, a good life to me seemed to be a fable,
By ’89 by parents were divorced,
Look at what a fucked up life can do N’ I was only four,
Turning five, just me N’ my pops, a former drug dealer taught me how 2 survive,
A pair of bachelors, my mother was an alcoholic seems like life didn’t matter to her,
My brother was disturbed, tried to commit suicide, but he survived the worst,
Then my sister was a runaway, hated my moms N’ pops,
Every other night my moms was callin’ the cops,
The drama never stopped, by the time I was 12,
I was living ghetto fabulous, invited to hell,
It ain’t hard to tell, I’m the black sheep in a family of sinners,
Getting the longest rap sheet to me that’s a winner,
Going to thanksgiving dinner thru mickey’s D drive thru,
Dropped out to make money during my freshman year in high school,
I’m just like you, America’s child, just like George Bush wit a crooked smile,
Could you do what I do, the life that I live,
Life that I’ve been thru, this life that I give,
The life’s gonna get you cuz life’s just trip,
Life of an outlaw, life’s just a bitch
On the high life by my sweet sixteen, I was slingin’ the cream,
Rollin’ my bills, so high on life like I was on oxy pills,
I remember when Royce was stabbed, forced to fight,
Felt like a child, but acted like a man willing to die,
I meant to cry but to me tears were weakness,
I wanted to be a warrior all my life, not just on the weekends,
Sleepin’ thru class cuz my nights were crazy,
Cruising down the road doing eighty,
Wrecked my pops truck just to prove I was crazy,
The life ate me up, boot camp couldn’t wake me up,
My cup was filled to the brim,
Taking str8 shots cuz waycide hated to live,
By 18 I was dedicated to beating the system,
Hooked up wit my homie G’ just coming out the prison,
Told me to listen, prison isn’t for kids,
So I grabbed a mic N’ started to rip this shit…