Redemption
They used to call me the low life cause i did nothing but dream alot. i day dreamed the
whole day thinking how i want to get to the top. my friends used to laugh at me saying you
wont get closer then an inch, but now i went through redeemption and they didnt, now how
is the low life.
it was hard knowing that my family was gonna get departed from each other, i
remembered an old man told me that life as it is, its only gonna get harder. i didnt belive him
tell we went broke and we had rent to pay, i didnt hesitated, i had to cross the line, but i
had to get paid. but little did my family know, that the food that they ate was bought from
the drug money that i made.
I kicked backed to much, and i helped alot, but since i changed my ways and got out
of the game the old homeboys are calling me a sell out. sure, they dont know on how many
times i gave out a hand, or on how i kept busting my ass for them.
I came up to fast and got out hard from the game, and now im looking back on how we
ran the game, it was all a shame on how the rest didnt had the guts to change. i was too
young on how i was kickin it, drinking and smoking over the limit. i used to go by two rules,
1 go nby the protcol, 2 dont like the rules go on your own. now i get paranoid everytime
when i hear the knocks on the door ( if you know what happens)
hate me or love me. sorry i am. but i hated on what was me back then.
For this is was my domain
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