This is a story of a child aged twelve
who lost everything and had to be raised up in hell
His momma picked him up every time he fell
And Every time he fell in love he was under a spell
Though God never gave him anything in his life
He never complained a bit though it seemed trife
But his friends had fortune which he couldn't afford
He wanted to tell how he felt but he implored
to Lord to show him a way and to restore
Peace in his mind as everything was burning down
His house, his health and even his pop's crown
He wanted to be loved, to be understood
A lil kid with big dreams writing in dark 'cause he could
tell stories and move people with rhymes
and everytime he picked up the pen he gave punchlines
Punch rappin swines in the face who talked about gettin' laid
and lemme tell you this son? It's all about being paid
If you gettin paid, the world will follow you
was the quote of the kid who swallowed you
and spit you out cause ya'all rappers ain't got ill flows
He believed in love and destiny, not grilled hoes
and although he chose to be alone
Keeping his thoughts hidden, rappin on his own all day long!
He knew patience was the solution to all his questions
Looking for answers like a wiz looking for potions
His lyrics had a meaning and a message as the bottomline
Worked hard, faced the problems, in total, ninety nine!
Every fragile situation you ever imagined
this kid learnt it the hard way as he smashed in
and breaked down the wall before it could break him down
He was free from the prison at last, made his parents proud!
Pow! is the sound, of him knocking his demons to the ground
And so he chose the light even though he was born hell bound!
