Behold da story of my life
I try 2 describe with da rhymez I write.
Never emphazised wordz nor tryed 2 be polite.
Justw orte down wazzup in my mind.
My story lookz like wrong poetry.
My poemz come from deep. Believe me!
I ain't lie.
Thingz I've been through are outta ya side.
Thingz I've seen that ain't a'ight.
Homy, behold da story of my life.
Alive, pride, I walk with a knife right?
I don't bite this cuz i like shit.
Rewind it, I won't deny it.
Hostile envorinment when I was just a kid.
First trheath with a knife when I was like six.
Can't really remember what I did.
I'm convinced ya most behold my story first
before ya judge me.
On da streetz ya're afraid of me. Why do ya hate me?
Why do ya blame me, I already hate my fate myself peepz.
Da moment I die's da moment I fainted.
I'm tryin' 2 make it.
It used 2 be: facez 2 see, placez 2 be.
Save da animosity 4 me. Yes, I had pistolz.
Used 2 walk around like I'ma hit them all.
A criminal, DaVincible, untouchable, a Darkside outlaw.
My foez uesed 2 scream: Save our soulz.
Nobody 'll hold on when I'm outta control.
It's all or none. My knife's where she belongz.
Right on my side. I strike, slide, fight, ride,
just 2 live this life.
It's cool but on half da timez it ain't that nice.
It's da intention everythin' will be fine, it ain't fine.
My bloodline, my biologic family,
reject me, didn't respect me.
Dropped me, like da love I was carryin'.
(ya don't see me cry, goodbye)
Behold da story of my life
I try 2 describe with da rhymez I write.
Never emphazised wordz nor tryed 2 be polite.
Justw orte down wazzup in my mind.
My story lookz like wrong poetry.
My poemz come from deep. Believe me!
I ain't lie.
Thingz I've been through are outta ya side.
Thingz I've seen that ain't a'ight.
Homy, behold da story of my life.
2 much love 4 bitchez,
2 much trust in people who turned out snitchez.
Richez lissen, ya can't trick us all into prison.
I'm on a mission: make my foster parentz proud.
I won't deny it was my decision 2 leave da house.
Behold................somehow.
I adapt in every town, everywhere I go I get down.
I move through da crowd.
48 lawz of power, stocked in my head.
Chill, relax, I got ya back.
Most of them cowardz, just like that.
I hold my knife tight when it's a night
2 do shit that ain't right. Darkside on my mind.
It ain't different in daylight.
In da end? I can only fear da Almighty.
When I was 10 yearz old I did my first crime shit.
12 yearz old, already blinded, 13 yearz old, criminal minded
Never used 2 gave a fuck when people died.
Untill I was 16 and my closest homy died.
Like a baby I cried.
Suddenly couldn't understand why. still don't understand.
But life goez on, gotta make it a man.
damn, sometimez I sit in trance.
Thinkin' 'bout what goez around.
Shit it's a crazy world,
we gotta change but nobody knowz how.
Behold da story of my life
I try 2 describe with da rhymez I write.
Never emphazised wordz nor tryed 2 be polite.
Justw orte down wazzup in my mind.
My story lookz like wrong poetry.
My poemz come from deep. Believe me!
I ain't lie.
Thingz I've been through are outta ya side.
Thingz I've seen that ain't a'ight.
Homy, behold da story of my life.
One love an' peace
Diablo DaVinci