Chapter 1

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India

"Lookin' at popular colored faces

Observing what my brothers faces in all races

Lost in generations before hatred

See with your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs

But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese

Jack cheddar from the make believe

Break the trees on they eighth CD

Rocking the red and black lumberjack faithfully

I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest

Learn how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas

And vultures, don't worry what a verse will cost ya

From the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya

I'm gonna spark it off unorthodox

Won't sign to no major if no wager

Less than a 3 million offer off the top

I'll be in a box with my coughin' drops

Why settle for a office spot?

Niggas don't always make it off the block

Unless they extort rocks or support the cops

They still snitchin' - let me guess: that's your mannequin?

Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans

Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing

Words or tour probably resort top sea examinin'

This is for my real hip hop fans and 'em

I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem" I rapped to Joey bada$$. I was on the subway on my way home. I had my beats on full blast cause these bitches that be riding the subway will get on my nerves and get cut. I saw it was my stop. I got up and walked off the train. I walked out the station and headed down the street to my neighbors house. I knocked on the door. When it opened my mini me jumped in my arms.

"Mommy!!"

"Hey baby" I kissed his head.

"Thanks Mrs.Duncan" I dug in my pocket.

"Welcome sweetie"

"Here's a 20 and that's all I have"

"No I don't want your money"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive"

"Thank you" she closed the door and I walked below the stairs to my crappy apartment.

You would think I lived in the movie Crooklyn. My house is made exactly like that except its uglier. I try working everyday but I don't get much on my paycheck.

"How was your day baby?" I picked up my son Josiah.

"It was great I learned my ABC's today"

"You did let me hear"

"A B C D....E F G...H I J K L N M O P...."

I smiled cause of how hard he was trying. When he was finished I clapped my hands.

"YAYYY"

"Mommy I don't think I did dat right"

"In my book you did an excellent job"

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