...Ima street nigga
...Jumped off tha porch wen i wuz 10 years old
Smokin refer in the forth grade
started drankin wen i wuz 15 years old
...Juz to let u kno sumpthin bout me but on wit tha poetry....

See i aint neva had shit
I wuz tought to take wat you wanna get
Cuz aint nobody in this world gon front you shit
And datz real...
I watched my mama struggle for 15 years
Trynna work, pay bills, and raise three bad ass kids
I remember seeing mama cry cuz we aint have no food in tha house...and i aint like dat
So i said "Fuck dat
I got my mama back
Ima do wat i gotta do, even if its to sell crack"
And i meant dat...
So i found me a likk
Didnt pay shit
But I got me a whole brick
Datz sixteen ounces
A whole pound
Told my brother lets break it down
And we hustlin now
He said,
"Add dat up"
...Got sixteen ounces
Datz 448 grams
Sell'em all two for ten
Datz 2,240 dollars
Now we can feed mama
No problem
I feel in love wit dat paper
In tha 8th grade i wuz makin it rain on dem haters
Smoked big blunts before school
So dem boyz kno if dey want it i got it
Told my teacher,
"Fuck a education, I already got sum paper
I aint here to learn im here to sell dis shit
Gotta half at tha crib and a grip in my pocket
and at tha end of tha day ima have anotha brick in my closet"
I wuz known round school as dat young nigga
Who be drug dealin
My name wuz buzzin
Ery'body kno me
All tha hoes want me
And all tha niggaz fear me
Had ta hold it down
Cuz tha west was my side of town
Had it sewed up, locked it down
By now
I got mo pounds den eva
Had six of 'em stashed in mama garage
...Datz 96 ounces
2,688 grams
Do it again
Sell 'em all two for ten
datz 13,440 dollars
Wat nigga you kno only 15 making money like dat
Im goin to school wit bank rolls
Had a stable of bad bitches, no stank hoes
I go to tha mall and drag bags
Get a crowd around so i could make it rain wit a stack
I had too much money to serve wit no strap
So i told J.B. "Nigga i need a gat"
Copped tha 45 hand gun
16 in tha clip and 1 in the hole
Datz 17 shots fa who eva thank dey hard
Aww shit now my freshman year wuz finna start
Im finna get diz bread
Git on top
And put tha high school on lock
My name still buzzin
But now dey talkin to much
Tha principal on my ass cuz he heard i wuz sellin dat green
Got put out two times before sombody snitched on me
Took me to tha office and i got tha heat on me
Cop asked me if i had a pistol
I lied and said no
So now he wanted to search me
I said damn
Im finna go back ta jail again
16 wit a mile long record...im goin back to jail again
Cop found tha gun and said "Watz diz"
I told'em shit datz a 4 fif
Im thankin man im hit
Got a gun charge and dat wuz it
Back to tha cell block to sit....
DAMN!!!!!

Nephew 11/13/07