Im from New York. A sat cypher piece revised. Im from N.Y., a Yankee , an MVP like Derek G of C and D, I took the 6 like jlo, everybody but me was traveling, I was using mass transit transporting blow. Im from a place that aint safe even if youre a familiar face...castle hill...where kids kill kids and slugs fly at will with intentions on pushing back wigs. Lucrative traps led to living life with high stakes, mouth gags, blindfolds and duct tape for cake cake cake. I went to gun shows in the hood to cop extended clips with high grain ammo, went back to the hood and sold shells a dollar a bullet for low grain refills, I wasnt stupid, had to have the upper hand just incase we got into it. I kept tracers and beams for night war, went to the range to step up my aim for broad day gunplay protecting puntos from putos tryn to slow down my flow of ye. I was in the game so long my old connections are in homes with Alzheimers, my first running mates got twenty plus years dead and in prison as lifers. I was in the game so long youngens started calling me mister when I was the youngest hustler calling pushers mister. Im from the days of taj mahaj illusion vials, from the days of when I sat on my cellular and made calls with a coil wire connected to a receiver, from the days when Joey crack was the fat gangster, when chic was the emperor, when Paul was that nikka, from when George had an obsession, since Watson was first putting that inseparable familia together, theres too many to name, that block raised a lot of boss figures. from the days of HPs wolf pack, nasty boys, Bryant boys, from the days of the wild cowboys, from the days I had Orlando my partner rip, he died in ninety one and Im still reppn us my nikka. I stood behind holes in walls, in abandoned buildings with no ceilings and holes on floors, went to clubs to sell dubs of powder in bathroom stalls, then stepped up to a twelve story crack mall...from then to now I saw noobs turn into veterans, veterans turn to dead men, I watched their children turn into noobs then veterans then dead men, a curriculum of generations becoming tenants in thug mansion. In my hood if you ask a second child wheres their big brother and father, its a big chance that theyll point to the sky and say with papa dios in heaven. I was running wild as a juvenile trying reign supreme in Hells Kitchen, now as an older man I mourn my friends and competition that passed trying to change poverty stricken conditions, we all had one thing in common... that was get rich premonitions. Im from N.Y., a Yankee , an MVP like Derek G of C and D.. Infinite the poet 2014
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 13:43:13 +0000
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