[size=09pt]I was going to night school, around Franklin High, Avenues
waiting on my ride, 'til 18th Street crept up, a Gang Of Dudes
hit me up, but I responded that I didn't Even Bang
yet they still beat me down, and that's how they'd Leave Me, Damn
crunched up in a ball, coughing, with most my Ribs Bruised
I ain't wanna tell my mom and worry her, I Refused
so I brushed myself off, got back Up And Went Home
I contemplated shaving my head and Buckin' A Chrome
I thought about joining a crew so they would Have My Back
but then what happened was as surprising as a Spaz Attack
I went to sleep that night, and I think while I was Sleepin'
something in me snapped, suddenly, I had purpose, Reason
and meaning, all at once, "I should make Music For Kids
just like me, who always get jumped and Pursued By The Pigs"
everytime 2Pac kicked a line about his life, I Related
and for a few minutes, I wasn't so alone, sad and Hated
"If Em could Make It out of a trailer park, I could Spit Too!"
I wanted to be the Hip Hop hero who shared all his Issues
to better the world, I'm revolutionary in my Own Right
I freestyled and battled publicly, peers said I Flowed Tight
so I was further encouraged, emersed in my own Universe
I can't slow down or just quit now, my mindset's Too Diverse
there's no turning back from this mission that was Instilled
and embedded in my obdula oblungata, I Bring Skills
and passion, lashin' out at foo's that stand for Stupidity
like the tricks who 1st jumped me and created a Sick M.C.
since a child, I was booted from schools and raised Fatherless
ultimately, my Perogative's to make negatives +Positive+[/size]