I was born
• Written by Dezulaley
I was born in the state of New Jersey
And my younga brotha came out in a hurry
But I can't rememba, it was blurry
Fast forward to the year 1999 where things start to get interestin'
Mom and Dad were doing just fine, just fine, you know huggin' and kissin'
Livin' in Georgia, somewhere near Atlanta
Where all you see are red bandanas
Where you rarely see blue bandanas
It was dangerous, ya see
But we lived safely, ya see
That one block was fam, ya see
Man, I remember that goddamn babysitta
She said to watch out for them alligatas
Bitch we ain't in Florida you goddamn sitta
And shit, I remember when my olda brotha split his head open
He came in with a blank look and stood there, just stood frozen
Cops came and seen a knife in my moms hand
They got the wrong idea, she was bouta get canned
Yea, my moms and dad were still doin fine
But fucking fuck, I had to decline
I see my moms and dad drinkin' some motherfuckin red wine
But I swear some fucking shit was about to go down
Next thing I know, my Dad is fucking far out of town
And my moms threw away her only weddin' gown
Ya see my dad was a chiropractor
He brang in the money like a firecracka
But how the fuck are we supposed to support ourselves?
When my moms be puttin fucking food on some fucking shelves?
Yea, we couldn't keep it up
Grandparents got us and drove us up
Back in New Jersey, yup
My moms decided to send me to school
I was the new kid, I looked like a straight-up fool
You better believe that school was a goddamn drool
I was from the hood so I acted all wrong
Shit, I don't fucking belong
But my moms told me to keep strong
This town wasn't too bad
Just a couple of fights, a tad
Marijuana was the fad
And no, I wasn't smoking that loud
It'll just put me in the wrong crowd
But it wasn't till high school when i started gettin' high
My mom be askin where I go and I fucking lie
Do I regret lying to her face?
Yes, I fucking do, I feel misplaced
And yes, I am still misplaced ethically, part of the white race
Place has Hispanics coming out the walls
Coming out of fucking stalls
Out of motherfucking goddamn malls
But nah, don't get the wrong conclusion
I love these people, get rid of the confusion
I don't want any blood transfusion
Now, hear me out
Stay here, please, don't give me any doubts
Stay here, please, don't fade out
Don't stop because you hit an obstacle
That's truly illogical
Keep going forward, you're fucking unstoppable
Want to be a vet? lawyer? doc?
Be the next Pac?
Become one of the good cops?
Then work hard and don't stop
Don't stop ever till you get to the top
Don't fall and become a flop
Your life is your life, make it what you make it
Put on your dream till it fit
Keep it in your body, don't spit
We all go through tough times
We all might commit at least one crime
But soon enough you'll be making more than dimes
Follow ya heart
Start your motor and get a head start
Don't become just a spare part...
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Dezulaley
Member since June 13 2014