Let me tell you bout my life it aint nothing nice. Ima starts off from the night my brother left my life. Cause he was living right and still had to pay the price. Seen his killer once in court don’t let me see him twice. Cause I will gladly risk it all ill take that **** life; eye for an eye. Seen my brother in that suit and tie. Freezing cold in a casket watch my momma cry. I question god look in the sky and ask that **** why? You took my brother now my mother see him in my eyes. All of this pain and all this hurt I keep it in disguise. The gang bangin get you marked or get you 2 to 5. Be a victim to the streets or get crucified, by the system how you living **** this our lives. When they see us we aint do it still say you the guy. So who am I ask yourself **** who am I? If you get thrown in that box then you gon lose your mind. For loading up that 4 nickel he gon do a dime. They call you bro or call you son until you lose your shine. But I don’t talk I seen it all im on my super grind. Back to the story I was 7 when my brother left. 7 going on 30 feel like brother Steph. Turned 8 and I had so much pressure in my mind; that by the time I turned 9 I went and bought a 9. Only thing im thinking’s in my head is game time. But thank god I aint never have to aim mine. Momma took my ass to school couldn’t refuse it. And now that I recall I been fascinated in music. But **** took my brothers life so the hood I abused it. All of the killers on the block had the steel they was shooting. All of the killing and robbing and stealing and looting. And 1. His mommas momma crying, they just took somebody grandson. Another homicide im focused on a Milly and some huh. Its the capital S oh yes im fresh N double O, P, D, O, double G, Y, D, O double G, you see! Walk in my shoes? You couldn’t do it. If I cannot do it then who’s gonna do it? Married the money, in love with the music, I am the 1, you are the 2, already won, how can I lose. Demonlow with me so please don’t offend me the penny is in me so if you come near me im sorry if I mistake you for a enemy. Momma I swear im sorry for the things I did when I was little me. Gotta tell my story with these words I paint a picture vividly.