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:: my past :::

growing up my mom didn't much
I remember summer time eating school lunch
father wasn't help
all he cared about was getting drunk
me and my sisters living in a bunch
birthday came and I turned sixteen although it wasn't to sweet
no gifts rapped up for me just the dead body on the street
robberies was a bliss but the money never kept on the heat
maybe a little bit but that was just the police on me
summer time came I hit the streets for fame
lost three friends cause we was out to gain a name
we went from robbing packs and bricks to taken over blocks with one baby Glock
mom couldn't grab a hold of me so the system did
but moms wasn't to eager to cause she had what she needed, a good old glass dick..
after the group home I chose to pimp.. one thing bout me I was to smooth of a dude to have a limp...
learning the ways of the streets wasn't something I wanted to do
but it was something I felt I had to do
getting locked up wasn't to tuff
I brought down stress on my family mainly myself
set back in a cell and thought to myself
its time to make a change and put god in my life
hit the streets again and still no change
only change made was me beating every one up for change
what i'm trying to say is look at what you have and what I didn't have make the best of it so your life wont look like a brief history like my past.. this a true untold story of a poem

Written by: ~ Sinnista