Verse 1
That night February 16th 1985
Mum came out Saint Emmanuel with the baby alive
She pushed a 8 pound dark skin giant from her body
God bless the day I came out of her tummy
First child so you know how much mama loved me
A trained caterer she would bake anything for me
Always best dressed at the party /as handsome as my daddy
So I got carried around by fly looking shawties
She made sure I grew up healthy and strong
Respectful, religious and intelligent too
Dad said son, work in a hospital
He made me read books the same way a doctor do
To cut a long story short,I was aje butter
Even though I had friends that came from the gutter
I recall i couldn’t come out to play alone
i was a pet mama forced me to sit at home
Verse 2
Started balling on the streets when I was seven years old/
Had my first kiss when I was eleven years old/
I recall, I would ride tire till I tire/
Made cars from wood cans and used wires/
We made kites and watched them fly/
Police and thief shoot n watch em die/
Mummy n daddy catcher suwe and football/
Those were the games I played when I was small/
We would play in the rain/
Cook with sand, climb trees/
We made airplanes with our bare hands/
I loved my childhood it was a mix of everytin/
I have been through war I aint scared of anytin/
I have seen tears I have seen regrets /
I have seen sudden death/
Rest in peace my sis Elizabeth/
(Whispering) Life aint always fair/
Cursed is the heart of a man that always fears/
Verse 3
In my town there is rarely light
We expect armed bandits to run up on us every night
There is nothing in my room just a radio and candle
Mosquito coil so mosquitoes can’t harm you
I would have the radio turned on n
Listen to it in my sleep and turn it off in the morning
Then I fell in love with Rap music
That very night I listened to Nas music
Started writing verses at the back of my books
My school notes were filled up with verses and hook
I wrote more verses than Christ disciples
Words play but I use my word to fight you
I would kick verses in front of a mirror
Try to imagine myself spitting in front of a crowd..wow!
We use to argue about who the best was
Modo, rugged who spits the best verse
Chorus
This is the first five years of my life
I put my heart on a mic
I put my blood on a pen when I write
Music is life
Knowledge is king
I Combined both of em you a king in life.
