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"Time I Was Born Tell Now"
  by Yung Proffo


I remember february the 6 the day i was born,
into this ugly world where we all going to mourn,
I lived a stressful cuz i had different labels,
dumb, stupid, slow and even romedial,
but i was kid and i didn't know what that mean,
I lost hope, also i lost self-esteem,

living in the south was so much pain,
i been called nigger so much tell the point I thought it was my name,
school teachers would talk racist to get in my brain,
coming home from school was bad niggas was in gangs,
and dope dealers moving bricks to make big change,

i thought it was cool to be around the big niggas while they pack clips,
i thought i was in a movie,
so i tried to make my own scrip,
i lived in a house where it was so much pain,
father never home and my mother was in so much pain,
i had a big bro who schooled me to the game,
told me dont be like him cuz the streets didn't match my name,

As i became older i move to ohio,
to take care of my dying grandmother,
when i was a 11 years old,
my grandma told me to follow my dreams,
from there i gain hope, and i realize i had self-esteem,

A year later my grandma past in front of my eyes,
i knew from that moment i was going to cry,
but i didn't i stayed strong,
the next day at school,
I worked hard trying to think that my grandma was still at home,
but in actual reality she was gone,

oneday i heard a voice speaking,
i didn't know was speaking,
I looked out the window,
and i look in the clouds and saw my late grandma speaking,
she told me to focus on school,
I'm in a better place so keep living,
so i did, and i accomplished most of my dreams,
from playing JV to becoming captain of the varsity team,

i loved my high school cuz it was black base,
they taught me black is beautiful,
and never be ashamed of your race,
every morning we pour libation to our ancestors,
just like in the hood we poor out liqour for our homies,
that is no longer breathing,

as i got older i start fucking up,
turned to the streets and started smoking and not giving a fuck,
i tried to pin this due to my father absence,
cuz he never came around,
but then i realize i live almost 8 hundred miles away,
so my senior year the streets started to fade away,
i applied to college,
and i was turned down,
then a couple months later central state came around,
now im here as a sophmoor,
and there is no more let downs.......
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Date Submitted: Sep 05, 2009 (01:25 AM)
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  Mr. DID
09/14/09 (09:24 PM) 
this was deep man and i can feel it in my bones. a lot of these things happened to me in different ways but i feel the same pain. i have learned that i have to depending those that have helped me along the way and not to those that hinder my transcendind nature. stay strong and keep ya head up. from one black brotha to anotha, the sky is the limited and there are stars beyond. hold fast unto your dreams and success will not be long...10*s and a Fav

  LIFE'S POET
09/05/09 (01:30 AM) 
I like bro it was a true story and I respect real. Keep your butt in school and I still say be better than me and be better FOR YOU

  Yung Proffo
09/05/09 (01:30 AM) 
this is not a rap

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