Flashback On Progression. . .
April 28th, 1988
Found my way through the tunnel N escaped
Most can relate to nine months straight
Cramped in the damped womb, waiting for fate
To take it's course, I came out crying
Looking for attention, if I said I wasn't, I'd be lying
Trying to see who my mom's was, saw her eyes drying
What the fuck ? I just got passed to someone
"That's your brother Travis" oh, he looks like the dumb one
Next ? Dad, how's it going, you might wanna watch out
Don't mean to sound blunt, but I gotta piss N my cock's out
Shit, where am I going ? Get your hands off me!
Why do I gotta lay in here ? Mom, they're assaulting me!
Few days later, N Hi Mom, Ain't I Cute ?
I fell outta the bed, didn't know about them parachutes
Pampers hamper my ass, can I get some powder for this rash ?
I'm gettin a little smarter now N I know about the candy stash
One thing I noticed is it was never "Hand him to Dad"
He wasn't there alot, no relationship we coulda had
But I ain't mad, cause Momma, she was incredible
Intellectual, My early childhood was daddyless but special
Flashback on Progression {x2}
Started school, and fuckin right i'm smart
Math, reading, N writing, shit i'll even own you with finger art
Out spoken, the clouds broken, sunshines N i'm popular
"Reach for your dreams N grab, ain't nobody stoppin' ya"
What my grandma told me, N she was right
I always kept good grades all up in my eye sight
But I pushed myself too much, pushed by my parents
But wait, I forget about all the shit when the snare hits
I'd be zoned out, phones out, what's this ?
Rhythmic reasoning riding in my ear
Hip Hop, the shit i'm grinding on this year
Parents was country though, they didn't approve
Of Pac, Big, or Dre, so music relations ain't improve
But aside from that, everything stayed basic
I admit I was spoiled by my Pop's good paychecks
That was the only connection, never really stressed it
Just hung out with Pops on Saturday when he was sober
Any other day N the friendliness was over
Steppin' further, outta middle school, N here comes the turn for
The worst, everything before this is what I yearn for
Flashback On Progression {x2}
High school, yeah, I went to school high
Introduced to the streets, hustle to get by
Most I've ever cried is when grandpa died
This is shit is real, I want to turn back time
Push that dime, smoke that L, move that brick
Bush those not down for mine, stack them chips
Griiiind, This is when shit hit the downward spiral
Tears spread through my family like an infection of virals
My mom cheated on my dad, never saw it coming
Almost pushed the suicide, I ain't hide nothing
You fucked with me, I'd bust ya shit
Don't trust a bitch, During hard times I'd brush a hit
My parents split up N it seemed like my mind opened
Dreams seemed hopeless so I slept with my eyes open
I had to move away from what I knew, Why ?
Do my eyes get red now but I just can't cry
I miss all my friends, I'm gonna graduate
With strangers, N my anger collaborates
With a pen, Always writing about my life
Despite all the wrongs, I strive for right
With my passion maxing to Christ like
Proportions, I'm so on point Nasdaq can't handle my artist stock
Flashback on Progression to now, '04. . I Am Now Hip Hop. .
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