Life of a Ghetto Child

He was a youngster, born 'n raised in the suburbs//
Mom was on crack, nobody to change the kids diapers//
Livin in the ghetto, the capital of murders//
Never had a daddy, he got shot being a burgler//
But was better than him leaving him willingly, less hurtfull//
What was a innocent baby face with pure brown eyes//
Already saw more pain than most in a year, in the span of a sunrise////

At around age 10, his mom died, crack overdose//
But this was just normal, all his friends folks passed, well most//
Met a guy named Pimp M Dub, on the corner of his street//
Said he knew the kids mom, he sold her the addictive sweets//
Said for him to keep in touch, he'de have the kids back//
The kid had nowhere to go, so now he slanged crack////

2 cars, 1 house in the better side of the ghetto//
Age 18, his street name was the Hard Marshmellow//
His life was better now, but more dangerous by far//
He been stabbed, shot at, & attacked at sevral bars//
Couldn't go anywhere without packin a knife or some heat//
Cause you wouldn't imagine what crack fiends would do when in need//
He had a girl, he really loved his big booty momma//
He wanted kids, and he wanted to retire from the street drama//
But he was raised in the streets, it accepted him when nothing did//
So it's only natural that the streets had influence of pullin him back in////

So he continued drug dealin, married his girl, had 2 children//
Things turned for the worse, M Dub died, crack gone, desperate, began stealin//
His baby momma, named Rhonda, was pregrent with blessing #3//
Right about the same time he got caught robbin, sentenced to the pen for 3//
In reality, life is but a dream, make money, take money, it's always extreme//
In jail, he thought bout his pops & how he stole//
How he was a bit luckier, cause he still alive with a soul//
Real Gangsta's are crooked, but that ain't the path they woulda chose//
The street life took him in, or rather... Dragged him by the toes//
He didn't wanna be a repeat of his father, who like him, was now 30 years old////

Fresh outta prison, eager to re-do his wrongs//
He couldn't find Rhonda, her 'n the kids was long gone//
He couldn't let this happen, maybe they moved to Compton//
But what he didn't know was they all got shot, when his house got robbed in//
Oh but when he found out, he immediately asked ''Who''//
Some important guy of the Bloods, who was 3 days later found blue//
He wasn't just involved in street life, he was now a certified thug//
Nothin to keep his heart warm, this world fucked him up enough//
He was hardly ever sober anymore, always mixing Jin 'n Juice//
He could call himself Tupac, cause he had nothin' to lose//
& when the Bloods found him, his friends sold him out for some boose//
They knocked him, socked him, & put him in the trunk for a cruise//
This was the end, what the fuck did it matter though//
The world was always against him, theese were just minor foes//
Before they blew his brains out, cause it's obvious this happend//
He said, ''You rejoining me with my family, finally some positive action''////

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wow... i realli realli luv this rhyme! best one out there on the site... no offense to everyone else... but this one is dope as fuck... n real as hell... keep it up boi... n make more ones like this<3

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That chick was clearly sucking up, not to say that this was bad, just a side note.

Alright, this was some very real stuff, but still, like why we are here, there are some problems dawg. The rhymes man, they just didn't all measure up, Though it didn't bother to much, getting down for a great message of what really going through to survive down here in the streets, this is some real ass shit right here. 8.5/10

eh decent story im impressed but not satisfied i think you could of expressed alot more lyrically. this was just simple and basic and very stretched out. no offense i like what your getting at here i just have high expectations from people. neway your flow was decent not excellent but def. above average.

neway b. e. z.
peace.

Thanks for the feedback everyone...

great story somthing alot of people can relate to even though they didnt go through it they could have witnessed it...but yeah..it comes from the heart

I am sorry I missed the rule of max 2 on front page of OM's, please forgive & know I won't do it again & please keep THIS & Gamble of mine open & close everything else.

fuck that i wanna battle a nigga

yot that cat tebo is fuckin bitch he can't rap

Can someone get the guy with 3 posts... off my thread ;\

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Eh well everyone can relate to this well mostly everyone if you struggled in life you'll feel this shit pretty well, no matter if you was from the ghetto or just in poverty all together... (pretty basic rhymes it all flowed pretty well, the topic was a good one, alittle over used but a good topic) so keep at it man dope shit

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Originally Posted by Blakk Kong

yot that cat tebo is fuckin bitch he can't rap

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lmao, dis nigga claim he double R but got 1 lost and no wins, wit 8 posts. nigga u ass. u wanna battle? get at me nigga

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