a boy his whole life known nuttin but the system
storys of war then gang bangin soon he fell victim
knowin nuttin but slangin keys and how to gat bust
thought this was him a ghetto star didnt no who he was
this all changed he left the block but stayed in the street
picked up a pen spat bought life experinces goin real deep
still ever cursed wit an all knowin brain he thinks its a gift
every move he makes causes his undecided fate to shift
he now finds an in looked different meaning at long last
he looks to the future and finds its the same as the past
he's gone to far now its impossible for him to be saved
he sees himself as a old man starin at his own grave
what is this meanin to him it just appears so mystic
what path to choose is it this one should he risk it
he looks deeper sees himself a man fists clenched
magnum is in his hand and he's seeking revenge
he realizes no not revenge he's fed up wit life
will he pull that trigga on him i think he might
but who knows will thre be difference if he died
he pulls the trigga to his head and yells he tried
goes deeper a path of fame and glory..........
but darkness tears him to shreds tears him apart
a lonely and emotionless body, mind, and heart
he goes as deep as he can skipping all the rest
he sees a ancient man who welcoming his death
a peacful diein not murderd soul takin or killed
he looks into the face of sorrow and grows still
he looks back to reliality infact its been days
he lets go of the future and makes his own way
he comes up in the game earns respect as an mc
i look back on these memories... that boy was me
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