My Life Story

Yeeeaahhh It's my Life Story You know what I'm saying Show you what it was like Growing up In the Bronx Word up My adolescent years You know what I'm saying Take you back there You know what I mean Get a feel for the joint Ahh hah I remember growing up in the North Bronx Things was deep living like I was 21 Responsibility at an early age Back in the days I used to pack bags and cash in cans For a lowly pay It taught me how to be independent And responsible Cats would laugh at me Cause I wouldn't go out like a fool But that's ok cause a lot of them Is locked up The other half is dead Because they've been shot up Some chose the wrong path And had to pay a terrible price Like my little man Kareem Lost his life with a knife Wanted to be bold And he was also bigoted Lusting for props and street credit But he tests the wrong kid They laid him to rest When he got stabbed in his chest It was a tragedy That was my little man I confessed He could've been a Boxer Cause he had hand skills Age Twelve wasted his life and talent When he got killed Every Summer He used to go to boxing camp Going from round to round A yo the boy was amped I even taught him how to flip He also knew how to spit We used to battle cats Nobody couldn't touch my full twist But what happened pride set in And took him to a dead end I talked truth to him about his pride But he wouldn't listen He was determined To go all out for his Respect But he went the wrong route And his life was a reject My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory Had I known the Truth back then I would have led him to the Lord So, he would've been saved From the wrath of the sword Even though he was hardheaded And plus, a stiff neck You still got cats today That love to disrespect I don't understand a lot of us Hate the right path We rather go the wrong route And end up in a blood bath Eastchester Projects Was the place where I dwelled Chip on my shoulder Plus, my head was swelled Wanted to be down Getting into all types of trouble Rumble after Rumble I couldn't avoid the rubble Started blazing trees At the age of Fifteen Trying to see where I fit in In the place to be My Aunt Leslie found out And notified my Social Worker Not caring about the things that I did Would hurt her Cause my heart was hard And I was full of strife Being placed under this system I didn't ask for this wicked life It is what it is, so I was sent Upstate To a program called Daytop Where there was no escape Thinking they was gonna help me But it was full of deception Their self-righteous program Can never bring true corrections All's they were concerned about Were the external changes But not the heart condition Only the Lord can rearrange So, I dealt with that program For like 2 years straight Then went back to the city For new duties I had to face My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory Nineteen years old And I'm back out in the streets Back in the projects Not looking for beef But I had a new enemy And he was within me Not really new But I was blind to see Took me for a run around Going from clubs to clubs Hanging with the older heads Got introduced to drugs Took my first ecstasy In a club called Palladium Blasted out my mind Thought I lost my cranium Then I messed with Cocaine Crystal Meth and Special K Falling into a K-Hole Felt like I was in a dayz Couldn't even move Nor could I even speak Large bumps of Crystal For Two days I couldn't sleep I was bugging I was even a male exotic dancer Making fast money Not being a romancer This pattern went on From Ninety-Seven to Ninety-Nine Spiritual death plus, I was spiritually blind One day I heard the preaching Of the Gospel on the train It's pierced my heart And I was filled with shame I realized how sinfully I was trapped in chains My soul was polluted I had crazy sins stains That was the first time I ever heard about the real Christ He sacrificed His Life So, I can have Eternal Life That was the same year I repented from my sins I bitterly cried out to the Lord And I was Born Again My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory My life story, this my life story Everything I went through It's for my God's Glory