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it’s me snitchez

EXAMPLE OF MY CREATIVE MIND: THIS IS THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST B.U.T. NOT A LONG TRANSITION// BORN THRU THE BLOOD LINE A FAN OF MOTOWN MY PARENTS GAVE BIRTH TO A MUSICIAN// THEY WATCHED ME EVOLVE FROM SINGING WITH FIVE JACKSONS IN THE KITCHEN// TO THIS HIP HOP GENERATION// HARD TO UNDERSTAND HOODS AND TIM BOOTS NOT A FADE B.U.T A FOUNDATION// INTRODUCED BY MY BROTHER WHEN HE BROUGHT HOME KRS-ONE’S CRIMINAL MINDED AND PAID IN FULL BY RAKIM// YOU COULD TELL I HAD BIG PLANS TO TAKEN OVER// MAKING RADIO MIXTAPES WITH C-DUB WE WERE NATURAL BROADCASTERS, NEWS ANCHORS// I WAS A CARTOONIST I STARTED OUT LIKE STICK FIGURES// GOT ALITTLE CHARACTER AND BECAME A B-BOY BOMBER// TAG NAME WITZ DA GRAFETTI WRITER// CAUGHT A COUPLE TIMES CAUSE I WASN’T A GOOD LIAR// IN RETURN THOSE COPS TOOK ME HOME AND TOLD MY MOTHER// KNOWNING I DISAPPOINTED HER I DIDN’T SLEEP ANY EASIER// ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS I ALWAYS WOULD HEAR A BEAT AS I AVOIDED NIGHTMARES// A FRIEND ASKED ME TO WRITE A RHYME B.U.T. NOW I THINK HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN PLAYING ME// THE STUCTURE SO INTENSE I FELT LIKE I WAS PERFORMING LASER SURGERY// THOUGHT I WAS READY FOR THE STAGE B.U.T. ALL I WAS READY FOR WAS CLOWNING// MAYBE I PLAYED MYSELF STILL IN THE BACK OF MY MIND I WAS THINKING// MY ART BECAME WORDS AND MY CANVAS BECAME LEDGERS// INSPIRED QUOTES BECAME POEMS AND THOSE POEMS DEEMED ME A RAPPER// OVER BEATS IN THE BASEMENT ON THE EAST SIDE OF ROCHESTER// I SHARPENED MY SKILLS AND DEEMED MYSELF A MASTER// AROUND THE SAME TIME MY BROTHER CAME BACK FROM COLLEGE ON SOME WILD SHIT// NEVER REALLY TALKED ABOUT IT// HEARD I WAS WRITING ALOT TRYING TO GET IT FOCUSED// SO WE GATHERED SOME SCRAPS AND SOME 12 INCHES AND WENT AT IT// GOING AT IT SO HARD WE STOP KEEPING TRACK OF IT// AND BECAUSE WE WERE BOTH KINGS WE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES// AND AFTER C-DUB WAS KILLED ALOT OF US WENT OUR DIFFERENT WAYS WITH IT// IN BETWEEN THAT TIME YA BOY GOT NICE WITH IT// HOLDING MICS DOWN A FEW MIXTAPES HIT THE CITY WITH ME ON IT// NOW I GOT WIND IF I WAS REALLY NICE I NEEDED TO GO TO THE STREETS WITH IT// SO I TOOK MY RAZOR TO THE STREETS TO FACE THE LAUGHTER AND HUMILITY // CODE NAMESTEP UP YOUR GAMEWHEN YOUR FACING ME// THE BLOOD OF SHAME HIT WINDOW PANES WHEN ANYONE THOUGHT THEY WERE SUPERIOR// AND TO A FEW I FELL INFERIOR// AND HAD TO REHABILITATE MY STYLE WITH STEEL AND FIRE// BAPTISED MY SOUL WITH THE WEED AND LIQUOR// NUMBING MY EMOTIONS NOW NO ONES BETTER// NOW I’M ON A RAMPAGE WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS CHASING PAPER// LEAVING NO NAME, JUST A RAP FULL OF CLUES LIKE A SERIAL KILLER// NOW I LIKE MY STEALTH MENTALITY SO I POKE MY CHEST OUT ALITTLE COCKIER// BURNING BRIDGES AND PASSING UP DEALS LIKE I WAS A GRAMMY WINNER// AND AT THE SAME TIME I WAS FINDING OUT ME AND THE HOOD WEREN’T REALLY GOOD TOGETHER// THE HUSTLE WENT SOUR// THE STREETS HARBORED THE BACK STABBERS// GREEDY BASTARDS I THOUGHT WERE CLOSE BUSINESS PARTNERS// NOW THE WRONG ROAD WAS LIKE A COLD SHOULDER// HANDS AND FACE FROST BITEN THE PAIN HELPED ME SOBER// MY ENEMIES WHO WERE CLOSE BECAME SMALLER 30,000 FT ABOVE WATER// I TELESCOPED THE SLAUGHTER// THE COPS WOULD KILL BECAUSE THEY WERE AFRAID OF THE COP KILLERS// THE STREETS FILLED WITH ROACHES SOME USERS AND SOME DEALERS// NOW LEFT ALL ALONE ARE THE WIDOWS AND MOTHERS// WHO ARE APPALLED WHEN THEY DISCOVERED// THEIR CHILD HAS BECAME A VICTIM TO THE STREET CORNER// NOW I’M OUT OF TOWN ALL ALONE AND HAVE TO BE STRONGER// WIFEY GOT TO HOLD ME DOWN B.U.T. WHO KNOWS HOW MUCH LONGER// TRYING TO KEEP MY SUN RIGHT AND TIRED OF LIVING WITH A STRANGER// AND SHE’S RIGHT BECAUSE I COULD HAVE BECAME A HUSTLER// A KILLER, A RAPIST, OR BALLED OUT AND PIMPED HER// B.U.T. I FOUGHT BACK WITH A HONEST HEART BLESSED WITH THESE DEGREES FROM MY FATHER// I WALK WITH A NATURAL THOUGHT OF FAITH AND PRAYER// ALL PRAISE DUE WHEN I BECAME RARE// POLITICAL, FIRM AND FAIR// GIVING TO THE POOR WHEN NO ONE ELSE CARED// I FELT THE DEVILS COLD STARES// I STRIVE TO WARN MY COMMUNITY LIKE ROAD FLARES// AND I’LL TAKE THE BLAME LIKE JESUS CRUCIFIED IN THE AIR// THE MYSTERY OF MY STYLE IS LIKE THE PROJECT WITCH BLAIR// IDEAS FROM THIS INTELLIGENT HOODLUM IS BIG LIKE THE NEW YORK STATE FAIR// WE HAVE TO EMPOWER OURSELVES BECAUSE THE STATE DON’T SHARE// THAT’S WHY I TEACH SELF SUFFICIENCY AND HOW TO BE AWARE//

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