The Life (Part1)

Dynasty Soldiers Presents: The Life of Unknown Skillz (Part 1)

Tough life, followed by a tough heart,
I have been surviving right from da start,
Falls apart then rises up to the top of the chart,
Been having to steal stuff from K-Mart,
Just to be have a life thats smart,cuz I
dont wanna depart, My verses were horrid
now they can be considered art,my life
was breaking up but now I winnin with
a dart.


Part 1
Grew up in a city called Portland on the sidewalks,
people say Im true street by the way I always talk,
I have traveled miles and miles just to find a home,
nothing could ever make me lose my hope cuz my heart
is as strong as chrome, aint nothing gonna stop me and
imma find that place where I can roam.


Tough times dont last but tough people do,
Always follow the ways that are true to you,
If there is a chance take it on que,
Been tough ever since I was new to the big green
and blue Earth, tough since my momma gave birth,
Ive been tested in many ways to see wat Im worth,
Surroned by a tough bubble called my girth.


Grew up in years for those that dont know,
as my body begins to grow and my verses
begin to flow and my skillz begin to show,
sellin stuff for the dough,just to pay back
all the money I owe to yo`, altough I have
to stay low or else someone comin to be my foe,
below my house are guns and the green glow,
cops pull up and brake into my house,
after I got outta jail I became rouse,
but da cops came back like a louse,
so I ran away like a sand grouse,
and became a yardie for the locals,
started sellin labels and doin vocals,
then heard of the reputation for them,
they were hard from judgement in rem,
my life starting curling like a opaque gem.


Never think you weak,
or else your life wil become bleak,
and then you will have to seek for,
a new life that is unique,but if you
dont think ur weak then you will be
an antique,when you get older,
but that bleak wont get colder,
and never burn like a ciggaretter holder,
and will never even smolder without
touching your shoulder.



Struck in the arm with a lead bullet,
yellin at the peremedicts like Im full of it,
rushed into the hospital in pain,
so many things are goin through my brain,
too many things my brain can contain,
next day I wake up in a comfy bed,
my arm swolen and red from all the blood I bled,
makes me think Im dead,I wanna take back
all the thing I ever said.


DONE

wtf.... copying off my idea... i jus done this sorta thing...????

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