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I do it for the boys, the girls, men, the women, plus Allah's unborn children look how I'm living it's similar to, your situation no money making, just chips and egg crates in front the Playstation. Cable's late again my real friends know my struggle, a rough 9 to 5 plus supplying studio time is my hussle. It's just my father, Jibri, and I shacked in a shack shackled to a broken home with no welcome mat get back. Everysince my mother left the building, the feeling ain't the same pain is building rain is killing the window pain. Winters are harsh man, but I can take it though as long as I'm wrapped up in these blankets I'm a make it man. I do it for the emcees, the djs, the b-boys, the b-girls, hip hop is a growing culture plus it's a free world. Free to manifest expressions, free to rep your section focused over nice composures flowing until the night is over. Don't be like me just be like the music you like use right rhyme and reason choose nice lines and preach them. Watch the ones leeching watch who you be with frequent cause you can end up with your dreams slowly sinking. Only you can make it in this, it's a business, forget the fame listen use your senses don't be senseless. Be patient and grind hard if waiting to shine start slanging tapes on my block & your block it don't stop. Hit up every spot around, it's a milion of us trying to get a milion bucks and chill in a vila feeling the cool breeze. I'm am who me. the same easy dude speaking jeweles do you I'm a do me. I started off young with a pen and a pad lyrics I had before that I scribbled on scraps forget about class. Entered school thinking of rap, grades sinking in math twas either skip, go home, or sit in the back. During lunch I read what I wrote they said it was dope, within battles no one put Bomb Threat on the ropes. Six years later I.....left to go solo felt I was hopeless in a group that wasn't hungry only one supplying money me. Then the south was united, two years later divided but Mama Glo, had the best ideas, but I, down no man no way no how cause if you make it in this game from the heart I'm proud. FLA I will make this official rake up a pencil for Jenah's sake I'm a make it and mention you on an instrumental. That's a promise I'm honest, show me love back hold me down southside is us you gotta love that.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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