As I travel through my mental past I see what molded my future.
From a youth I was exposed to the truth, tall for my age so I ran with my Big Brother's gang.
Up early in the morning getting our hustle on, whether coming up on bikes or break dancing underneath street lights.
No matter the demand we always had the supply.
Throwing rocks at cops from the roof tops, escaping without getting caught, then playing hide and go get it was the days final mission, thought I was hitting but my blanks were missing (thought I was bussing, but I was only pissin)
As I travel through my mental vortex, I see a younger me crying cause I was moved from the city to a foreign country where summers are burners and winters are freezers. Learned to make the best out of a bad situation.
Found some new friends but ended up moving again.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, tried to end my life cowardly with Zantac; but I survived and realized that looks sometimes deceive the eyes. Started a new school, labeled a fool, thought I was considered cool; found some true friends that never will break or bend!
9/12/03
