As I spit these verbs, nouns, adverds, and adjectives
Taking the pen and pad and lacing the paper with additives
Letting loose of my past remembering when
I thought life you used to hate my ass

At the age of eight I finally realized, I didn't need my dad
5 kids, 4 boys 1 girl, my momma didn't do bad
Even though life seemed so bad, everything we had was so trash
Thank the Lord for my Grandma and Grandad
The only other parents we ever had

Getting older around the house doing all the man shit
Mama taught me how to be the best man I could be
The streets taught me the other half of it
So in a sense I'm nice but grimey as hell
All the cloths we had in the house we had to share
But we had love so it didn't matter if no one cared

She always said that people will talk about you
Whether you are doing good or bad
So now I'm doing better than alot of them
And they can all kiss my ass
Don't care if they stare when I pass
I had to take the time to realize I'm in whole other class

And speaking of class, I'm here to teach
With the gift and the power to reach many
So I wouldn't trade what I have for no amount of pennies
Or nor shall I take no wooden nickels
Real ass dude for life mi spitta
Lacing these poems with endless ryhmes

Writing way before my time, in and out of my mind
Teaching my sons how to stay on their grind
Chasing my manhood I realized that when you have real love
Nothing else in life is hard to find.