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  • Member Since:

    January 17, 2003

  • Sex:

    Male

  • Education:

    Some College Coursework Completed

  • Location:

    Miami, FL

  • Race:

    Black/African American

  • Zodiac:

    Capricorn


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WELCOME TO MY PLANETWELCOME TO MY PLANET









He was born in the struggle
A child with a bright smile and more
As a baby his mom made sure he was smiling
Because that s all we have in the ghetto
As he was growing up he stopped smiling
For life as a teenager wasn t the same
The pain of being a black target started getting in his brain
The rush to make money started kicking in
He starts going to jail
But he`s still determine not to fail
He refuses to confine in hell
He says only a coward would stop trying
You can beat him, to have a better life he ll keep trying
His dream is to be free like a flying bird in the sky
Yet the feds are trying to hurt him though he never knows why
He wants everyone to know his life isn t a lie
So please let him fly





Queens

Eyes bright like the moon light
Smiles shine as the sun light
Pretty lips and very juicy
Yes, meet my beautiful queens
Nice women with brown and dark skin
They are everything in my dream
Their heart is strong and beautiful
Just a look in their eyes makes me feel wonderful
I love all my amazing and beautifulqueens
From ghetto to poor, to rich and classy
From big to short, to tall and skinny
My queens, I m looking for a queen
So would you make me one of the happiest kings?




All eyes on me

Yes, why are you looking at me?
Do I owe you or is it something else
Whatever it is just don t mess with me
Here, take the middle finger and let me be myself
And that finger is the only thing you haters will get
I only got love for those who are real
As for the fakes, hanging with me is something you can forget
Me being friend with a fake person is like seeing God with a cigarette
I m real, so I have to express my feelings and tell you how I feel
You haters, snitches, punks, and tricks make me ill
If you can t handle what I say, it s because you re a hater
But if you can, it s because you re real, so give the haters a finger
All eyes on me, living life like a boss player till the day I die
I m living life as real player even when I m high
Mess with me and get slap later and haters say good bye

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