I was always told

Sheltered children will never understand nor see the value in millions

because If Supervision is to influential

you will never learn from your bad decisions

 

Blind to my street knowledge

I see tourist wallets before they leave their pockets 

with 20/20 vision

 

clip and clique fully loaded with the most

sober intentions

For Money, Money, Money, Money

seduces the mind

and creates the harmless hunger for ambition

 

" IF IT DONT COME OUT THEN JUST SQUEEZE IT"

 

apply the Visine young sodomized of opportunity

stick up children,

if they notice your high they'll just tack 

A.D.H.D onto your life sentences, sentence

 

but who cares?

 

hereditarily statistics say i belong in prison,

for being the seedling of a street pharmacist

who's mental collision wit harming his own community 

and affording his child's penicillin

lead him to packaging and shipment

of some rather illegally viewed prescriptions

  

My story's 1 of 10 million, Unspoken by ghetto children,

I'd rather the blame fall on me 

than the media and my single mothers poverty, 

for one more of My bad decisions

 

I'm just another optimistic statistic 

planing on how i'd never see the bottom again

if i could sit on 1 millions

 

I only write, 

because my pyromaniac mind prefers 

when my soul ignites,

i guess this survivalist has just found a way to shed light

on these some time darker nights,

 

in more literal terms 3rd grade is when i started to write,

it was a mixture of my father absences and begin chewed out for a genetically uncontrollable over bite,

Plus,

Pelican bay Correctional letter paper was my construction sight,

high off built up aggression,

i guess its fare to say 

Prison, Life and exhibition are the reason

my soul forces me to write