>> Yo this is my first rap I'm puttin on the site. And I'm just introducing myself they call me "ThaTruth".
They call me a criminal, but people ain't understandin that,
My moms is dead, I raised my bread, I couldnt handle it,
Havin to pack clothes inside a tan back pack,
All the anger I had inside I've held back,
Makin ryhems from the streets, packin my waists with heat,
scared as shit, that someone was gonna attack me,
my days was numbered, countin down how many I had left,
Couldnt get a job cause I didn't have a address,
Callin my outlaws but still aint get no responses,
I felt like I was alone, no uncles or aunts,
Finally I run across some cash sellin some dope,
it was my last result, the caskets closed
I had too many enemies, I was strickly out numbered,
But oh what the hell, I got more to come wit.