My Life Story

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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
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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