1985 the same year as Crack I was born in the beginning of that my father's Adidas laces was fat I remember his kango hat corvette posters in the hall way where I use to play him & moms both work pops play the streets on the side I wasn't even thinkin bout nothin but being a kid I use to be in the middle of them cussin I would step in front of my moms & stand up to my dad he lookin like I kick yo ass at first they was lookin like they was gone to make it something started to change come home from school mom throwing bags off the back I'm think it's another fight wit my dad when he get paid he would stay all out for a few days bills wasn't getting paid back livin at my grandma place she stayed around the way sometimes my day would stay but still stuck in ways it became something my momma couldn't take she let him go he let me go I felt everything on me I felt free nobody can tell me lookin out the window I see the hustlers gold chain & whips they were well dress my older cuzin in the streets all in the mix I was attracted by girls who the hustlers was wit I thought they was rich i started to build my on bridge fell in luv wit the strip I would leave out the & dip I wanted to tip