I was born on December 17th 1980 and died on August 30 1999 and was reborn on August 31st 1999. The reason of my death and rebirth was due to my first born son. Before his life my life meant nothing at all to me. For the most part my pops raised raised me. He was a hard working man with a good job and for a long time i enjoyed the life of the middle class. Seeing how my father had the better job and the money my mother thought it was best for me to live with him when they divorced, I was 2 years old. I have 3 half sisters and a half brother all older than me and so much different. I had a brother who died of crib death at only 18 days old before i was born. He was to be the last child my mother and father wanted to have. With his death came my life if u can understand that. For most of my life i had what u would call a normal background. Good school decent grades when i wanted and a passion for sports. When i turned 14 years old my life really started though. In a nut shell i was kicked out not only from my fathers home but from his heart. It was always my dad and i and a woman came between us in the worst way. I remember sleeping in cars and on my boy d's trampoline ion the summer time. Bouncing around from my sisters crib to my boys B and Moke and them having to sneak me in and sleep under their bed so they parents wouldnt see me. It was crazy not only cause i was so young but it was like a totally different life. I was acustomed to nice gear and kicks and all the perks of your paren having money and when i was kicked out i had nothing. My mother was always in the picture but she had very little. She finally got her own place and thats where the game came involved in my life. That was when i learned that life dont owe you shit if u want it you better go get it. She like so many other people in this world lived where poverty is all around and its like a season that keeps repeating itself. I learned the rules of the game at an early age like many of us. From the drug hustle and the codes and ethics of the street life, to the reality of survival of the fittest. One thing i always loved was music. Not just hip hop music but all music. All music that held meaning and train of thought. In school i dropped out in the 9th grade and went to an alternative school. If you ever went to an alternative school u know that you dont learn shit there. I went there to make money. Although i would only go to school sometimes  i would get school books from 11th and 12th graders from the real high school and i would read them and try to educate myself as much as i could. I had the potential to be an A student but where my life was at i had no desire for school. I was in the street grinding kicking it all the time blowing erb messing with hoes and all that good shit. I mean come on i had no rules. With all the freedom and fun i still held much anger and depression inside this bottle i call my heart. Basically from the time i was 14 to the time i turned 18 my life was really like a script wrote from a very good screenwriters hand. I could sit here and tell u my life story but thats what the music is for. I am not a rapper though so dont get me twisted. Any person can take a beat and rhyme words to the beat to me thats a rapper. I am an artist people and there is a diffrence. I am dedicated to to making real music that not only entertaines but truly gives meaning. Come holler at your boy and see what the games missing. ANIALATION-

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