My Story

My childhood was really no good cuz the Mexicans owned the hood,

the girl across the street started talkin to me,

she told me to follow my dream to increase my self-esteem

just to prove I could be somebody than what the "accident" they made me out to be

School, wasn't really that cool, because not only I wasn't popular but

even the nerds picked on me in elementary school,

maybe then I should've started to become a musician

but I had no rythm had no beat, but later on I got bigger like a special feat,

ure presentation no hesitation, now might be the time for celebration

I've been from school to school, trying to fit in then I get stuck in a place with no disgrace,

they called themselves the Wildcats which I thought was odd

maybe I was wierd to them but It didn't matter till 10th grade where I started to flow some more

make the staff want to emplore with beats you just can't ignore

no where to go you just gotta know that the brains behind me is the real MC

the rap god himself and the prophet of rap taught me I can be as sucessful as they can

be if I put my mind to it

and counted to three, now they are calling me a joke saying I was being used

like a needle full of liquid coke so I got my writer a call asking him if it was true

and what I should do