I don't like remembering the times i was broke
And everyone thought my rhymes was just a joke
No one supported me, and i just lost hope
I tried so hard and i just felt like giving up
When i wus little no one never told me wut up
later my dad died that year they said he had been shot
There wasn't a sound everything just stopped
I'm gonna make him really proud
By spitting a verse and getting my own crowd
And it's not easy as it sounds
It took me more than like 3 bloodhounds
Trying to kill their enemys
And Haterz just sippin their henessys
While other homies make their own chips
But sooner or later their gonna rum out of extra clips
No more food in the kitchen
Do we have to blame White Mr.Clinton?
Or On The New president George W. Bush?
Their Dirtying our Country Like A Dirty tush
My girlfriend is gonna have 2 babies
I hope they might never ask me about my bad memories