Im ur youngest son, im sry that I tripped out and pulled the .380
On u and dad, it made me so sad..i had to run and leave..
im ur youngest seed and I almost made dad die and bleed
I could not believe what I had almost done…cops showed up….all I could do was run..
Run away as far as possible, what if dad died and I was responsible
I couldn’t live with that kind of guilt..only time would help our relationship get rebuilt
So I decided to forget and be on my own, living on the streets no money no phone
But I was determined to get my own, and I did, but I did it in ways u don’t need to know
Theres no need to explain, I wasn’t looking for money or fame, but the money came in
I started to get corrupted from within, I guess I was following the way of the sin
Not realizing I was on the path of destruction, my focus was only on production
I would find a lick, sit down, conteplate, evaluate every angle that I could take
Then I would wait day and night till the time was right.
From dusk till dawn I would be on a mission to do wrong, listening to Brotha Lynch’s song I went from all day long
Money wasn’t a factor I was about to blow up like Chernobyls nuclear reactor, people called me a predator, but at the time I was really a raptor, and this is the end of my 1stchapter, and maybe one day u willfind out what happened to me after