o.k i just got a bit bored n started writtin some lyrics then this lil story came into my head so i wrote a freestyle, took me bout half hour - 1 hour to write this, give me some feedback if like or dislike this shit. cheers. First things first i never was a felon, Only until i turned the age seven, Robbin shit outta shops until i was eleven, Then i got a bit worst cos i wernt down for beggin, Momma was a crack head and poppa was a sinner, Never had the time of day to sit and eat dinner, Had to fend for myself since i was a youngster, But fuck that trampy shit like eatin outta dumpsters, Had to make them numbers, started sellin crack, Started hustlin on the corner gettin all them stacks, With my friend jack we always made bundles, We were like lions in the concrete jungle, Fools on other corners started getting jealous, Cos the money we made to us was very precious, Brandishing their weapons, creeping on our patch, Firing shots at jack that ripped through his back, Suddenly i felt the feeling of torment and torture, Losing jack felt like a mother losing her only daughter, We were together from the start and we will be till the end, So i loaded up my pistol and headed down their ends, Talking to myself saying "im gonna kill these fuckers" Im gonna leave em fucked up like running outta rubbers, Their was no time now to sit down and ask questions, Saw the prick that shot him and unloaded my weapon, Ran over to his shaken body to shoot him in his face, When i pulled back his hood it made me feel disgraced, Why the fuck you do this your supposed to be my brother, when ur dead and buried what am i gonna tell mother. Ran outta shit to say after this. mind just went blank.