From the beginning,
In the ghetto,
A star was born,
Beneath the ashes-
Of his homies,
He survived war,
And sex,
Welfare & childcare,
To make it to the top-
Away from shadows reach,
When people start playin,
Tripping and straight hatin-
He remained calm and defiant
Survinin the awaken storm
Pounding ceaseless his sanity
No brakes, no ghettos shapes,
Just misplaced folks can relate,
No ghetto child dies,
Only ghetto folks survive,
Though death rate is high,
Before you think you can face,
This fucked up world,
That ends at the rat filled sewer,
You got to be tough,
When your ass get stuck in a rut,
Mom's got work to do
Than to
