Three Jobs

In the Plaza, payless shoes, got my shoes for cheap

When my parents separated I cried for weeks

Had a passion for music beating on my desk

4th grade had some weed and some country club cress

For the band momma was a mack, take me to mommas music to buy a drum pad

What else?

And a pair of wooden sticks with the plastic tips

So I could practice my craft and one day get rich

What you do?

Got it going started rapping in the 7th

What you hear?

Heard Rapper's Delight: Sugarhill Gang

Growing up, life wasn't always fair

Moved to Magazine street, Nothing like Bel-Air

A lot of shoot outs and fights hustling to survive

I pray everyday I thank God I'm still alive

A lot of my people aren't here no more they either dead or in jail or on dog food or ether blow

I had a paper route

Free lunch that was me dawg

Getting teased made me hard

Living in the struggle

All i know was to hustle

And my momma had 3 jobs

I had a paper route

Free lunch that was me dawg

Getting teased made me hard

Living in the struggle

All i know was to hustle

And my momma had 3 jobs

I went from chopped ramen noodles to garlic noodles at Crustacean a little snotty nose ghetto child see people grandma free basing

What else you see?

Done seen it all ain't nothin much to trip me out only time when I cry is when the choir sign the missionary shout

I send them the latest albums that slap

The music by mail, the access secure pack

How about that?

Real ones be real ones my nigga if you a real one lets get these millions my nigga

I'm with you if you off or on

Love keeps no record of wrong

To all my people in the struggle going through it

Listen to 40 lyrics his music therapeutic

It's sick out here

Rifles big enough to kill a deer

Blowing medicinal is traditional around these parts only thing square about me is my candy Chevy box

Tremendous knock, or should i say slap

Album sounds like The Thing and The Hulk in the trunk fading back there chomping

Intersects and shootouts, bullets flying I'm from an under-sevred community bad credit and crime

So many babies die, stuck in the middle, caught in the chaos

Everybody got guns, anybody will knock you off

When it rains it pours lightning and thunder I'm cool with the creator I got his cell phone number

When you talk to him?

I talk to him all the time when the saints go marching in I want to be in that line

Lack of communication leads to blood spilling

Momma always told me not to tease and laugh at special needs children

She worked at Napa State Hospital Mental institution, Maggie's Hamburgers and Mr Jimmy's grocery store