Born At the Bottom of the Jukebox

Were I come from? Melodies and rhyme scemes are what makes me me its like Dr.Dre put studio pefromance head phones on each side of my head music flows through my body like Mos art infected me with his own blood like maya angelous voice box was stuck in my throat like I choked on her poetry or like Luis Armstrong lungs were punctured inside my chest and his trumpet vowels were my wind pipe so when I breath.......I speak music you see the Run DMC and Common people took musiq soulchilds and moon walked on my heart music is much more then just a genre its more like my lifes description you see you can change the beat, but the way I sway my feet will never be different chicken noodle soups with a soda on the side is not for the souls full a greed but a stronger appetite its getting kind of weird now I see me, in every aspect of this music growing up all I knew was 1,2,3 now its A,B,C flates are what im ammune to now I will be completely honest with you I think my mom lied to me, she had to because I couldn't have been born average I had to be born at the bottom of the juke box were the radio stero was my crib and every 808 was the signal of me crying I mean every BOOM BOOM BOOM had to be my very first word now you ask me ...were do I come from? were do I come from? I come from a generation of word rebels who deserve better then spitting couple bars accapella to live better for a chance of what ifs, and how comes if you knew were I came from you would understand why this music is how real comes you can never take away my life, my voice, the reason why im here music.