Don't give him a name
But he's strange
If I tell you his story
You wouldn't look at him the same
He who fiddles with mics
And talk trash to his friends
Because he use to skateboard
And draw pictures of his kin
He grew up an artist
Of all shapes and forms
But the thing he likes most was wen he performed
Even thou he only did it twice
But it was still kinda nice
Strangers staring in his face
The only time that it was right
But wait
Lets go back
You don't full picture this kid
I'm take it back to Dania beach Florida
That's back where he live
Or should I talk a lil further
Standing on the corner of Roscrans
And Compton blvd
Bad ass kid totin guns
He's wat you'd call at pretend a hard
Yeah he had a colt 45 stainless steel
No need because he never got it dirty
Only the pulled the trigger once
The recoil really hurt me
I mean hurt him
Yeah he a bad mother fucker
His momma found out now she a mad mother fucker
She told him they about to move out the hood
But all they did was move to another hood
Only difference
The death rate ain't high
But that was the first time the kid got high
Remember I said he was young
So don't be surprise when I tell you he's 8
Smoking weed and sellin drugs
Puttin food on his plate
He thought he could make a living off this life
Until he seen his cousin lose life before his eyes
His eyes had cried the question why
Why why why did the bullet have to fly
These drugs ain't doing nothing but he don't wanna work
He always liked music so he thought that it would work
So he started rapping
Well not yet he lied about
Movin out the hood again
He landed in SC
So he the new kid a fresh start
Stop standing on the curb
Started reading more yeah he became a nerd
Not reading books but reading comics
Naruto and shit
Bleach
One Piece
Fairy Tail
Soul Eater
Other shit
But he started free styling the sick ass word
But his friends ain't know it's other artist they never heard
But then somebody called him out
So he decided to spit
He had some sick bars
It was something like this
"People tell me that I suck
And I won't make it thur the year
But I'm a one hit wonder
Hit ya girl then disappear
I will leave you in the clear
I'll do that shit now
Have you hungry and thirsty like you was living in a drought"
Some more like dat they was like damn
Was that really yo shit
Well yeah
Now he rapping his own shit
Got a mic and writing down
Bars crazy not lazy because that purple had him hazy
But life
Had but a different road
Cause one night he couldnt get no weed
So He was writing sober
In his feelings
He wrote something that he thought was week but people liked and spit that same song last week and he impressed the people that probably think this shit was sweet
But the strange kid who was never name
Is a weirdo from the streets
Put his label
Last name Jackson
First name Jahleek
