Been a while but...MY LIFE STORY

[phatty_porn_girl]

Im Sick of Smokin Tiny Roaches wit Vultures
And im Tired of havin my ReaL Souljas live in Projects
ThiS Is the Context of a Convict, Evicted out the 3rd Floor
Rent is never made too often....Word....this family's Poor
"so wha? Matress or the Floor- where yall Sleepin tonight?"
"Oh,You gettin Money instead? So Wherez you creepin tonight?"
"Is there room for one more, I wont take up much Space...
Momz be jus a few bills short, and dawg, we Cant lose thia Place" Nor Can we Lose Faith...

So What else could I do? I Remember sellin my Nintendo...
Less than a year later I was sellin out my Indo,
Thinkin bout my kinfolk, You knoq, Justifying these deeds as Needs
Shoutin Blasphemy at mY Lord, Justifying them as Pleads
I Ran wit the dope dealers...We were like, the Narcotic Kidz
Lurkin thru the T Dot Ghetto tryin Not to get Caught wit ThiS
Though some of us Did, Man was Reggies Mom PisseD
got Dissed When He called From the StatioN
She didnt even pick him up, *damn* she left him waitin
When all Any of Us were Doin Was tryin to Survive
Feedin our Siblings, jus so our Mommas Keep her Pride

Then came the Day

Mom mustve Smoked too Many of My Drugs...
she Started to get Paranoid I was Runnin Wit thugs
So whaT? But she Took this real Serious...she musta been DeleriouS
Sent me to a Group Home instead of jus Hearin Us
Appearing Fucked, I Attended Rehab and Psychological TestinG
Dissed By my own Blood...Now Tell me that Aint Depressing
From Pushing Mary Jane to being thought Insane
I took my Kicks (and tho Ima Bitch) I Didnt once complain
Ghetto living conditionS Fucked my MinD FramE
Cause I wasnt thinkin of the Present, I was seein into the Future
And I wasnt seeing Chains n Cuffs, *though you know they Suit Her*
I Knew in that Crowded Hell-Hole Id foreva Be in the Ghetto...
So Ima Push Drugs, yea- and Ima fuckin Sell-LoW
For my niggas With lil casH floW And A Sober State of MinD-
Xtacy's Dealing pot-so you think its Fate or Crime?
I Think it was inevidible...So now to the PO-PO shes invisible
And long as she Stays like that, KnoW shes Invincible
In Scribbles shes Learned that Some things will Get Messy
But she Stays in Hells Kitchen and she aint even Get Sweaty
In Fact, Shes the CheF- and She will be til Death
But Shell Neva fuck her brotherS Over if shes caught-
This aint no IncesT
Ghetto Princess, Im the one ya Boyz always talk about
*damn* Im the bitch them famous Rappers Always rap abouT
But I worked hard to get here, and Ive paid My Dues
*damn*
90 percent of these bitches would Die in My Shoes



8)Holla back youngin'z

[phatty_porn_girl]

I guess no one want's ta holla at a bitch no more

[infinite59]

If all that really happened to you..... then congratulations on not being dead or in jail.  

As for your rhyme, it was a little overwhelming, would have been better if you would have maybe taken half that, and explained in better detail, or turned it into a poem.  Hip-hop's supposed to be more imaginative, responsive, and challenging than poetry.  Fuck, I don't know what I'm saying.  Nice piece.  Peace.

[bez]

I hate the way ppl talk shit

[phatty_porn_girl]

Okay.....ummm well yeah anyone else wanna holla?

Peace


oh a Infinite yes this really is/was happenin to me....and who said i didn't/haven't gone to jail?

[HBKid_Jr]

um,  how come in ur pic u were in a nice house,  im not sayin u aint lived that life,  but that is a little overwhelmin,  if u were poor an shit i dont see how u would be able to afford a scanner an shit

[Doggystylin]

LOL @ this ho, its the real maxi padz, or should i say the other part of him/her, lol

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

Dat bitch's pic is so fake, ya as if she's a barely 19 ammateur model

And tha rhyme doesnt fit her, looks like she bit......just my oppinions. And I dun think its maxi.