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Yo,
My pops hit the intersection, with his leathal weapon
On my mother with a birth out of pure unintention
And I understand regression, a deep misconception
That I wasn't gunna make it, & if I did, I would be "special"
But I survived, mom working nine-to-five
Dad waiting for papers of legality in the Isles
And to my surprise, I found out it took him one year to get here
The goverment is screwed up while immigrants live in fear
But back to my story, non-fictional glory
I grew up in a nuclear house hold of four
Mami, Papi, Dre and some more
And they came in and out the house but didn't stay before
So my days were filled with loneliness
Barbie dolls and toys
And I was not the richest, life of struggles and the spoils
But I kept up, I didn't let up
My dedication to the man above, was a sector
Selector played back a million times, the million times that I went to church
Baptized when I was nine, washed clean and given the Word
And for a while my soul still searched
Until I came into a spiritual rebith
And now I'm just honest in my rhymes about my faith and hard work
And what it takes to make it? I ate that plate being served
And I only feel reserved when I'm nervous
They say that I'm shy, but my past, they don't know it
It's potent, that what I say reaches your ears
It's important to relate and show my tears and my fears
And that's why I,
Share my life with you
I kick it in the smoothest mood
And everything I say
I keep it real, you know it's true
1995
Back in the motion of the lyrical concocted potion
My rhymes stay open like the hinges of a door that's broken
And its well spoken that by the time I hit puberty
I was awkwardly, placed in an environment not for me
But obviously, I had to go 'cause it was school
Super shy, and outcast that kept all the rules
Never popular, nor topic of discussion
Playing cards? No bluffing
Graphic novels were my favorite
The "Nerdy Element" precussion
Played deep into my mind until I found an Eminem CD
And thats when the world changed for me
This whole new world of Hip Hop
Got me caught
And prompted me to write rhymes
Till synths pop, and beats drop
True melodies of blended sound
All my friends left, but my music stayed around
And I'm thankful just to share with you my history
Beacuse without you, there wouldn't be the REAL me
So I,
Share my life with you
I kick it in the smoothest mood
And everything I say
I keep it real, you know it's true
1995