I could just go off and talk about my pops walking out or about times when my step dad would hit me but then I would be like Eminem which I don’t mind cause I’m a product of his music along with 50 and pac at the park with my homies let me sell another rock and I’ll be just fine after I smoke this blunt I was back to seellin more shit just so I could move out at fuckin 16 that was my life for years as I smoke away all these tears I have bottled up from the years of pain I went thru but now I’ve smoked them all away no more prayin for a better day what can I say I’m just built like that people have no idea what I’m capable of and I’m okay with that shit I’m a young g and I’m okay with that learned to blast away my enamies at the age of 12 and at thirteen I was sellin dope and slangin rock for a friend countin money for a another man sit downs were weekly but what the fuck can say I was a hustler cause while I was doin all that I had my own grind makin money off my own mind and my dope fiends and my dope rhymes wicked times called for sick minds as I was throwing land mines so people couldn’t follow in my footsteps but there were snakes around every corner but they weren’t fast enough that’s why they got takin away by the coroner ha shit I need to cut this shit out man