Only 8 years old,
I got on stage started rapping,
not sure of my own words,
but the crowd was clapping,
Chanting my name
I was standing there in fame,
Beginning of something, but then never thought of it again.
I was free-styling, I was here and there,
But nothing to serious, till I got to high school
I was curios
I knew of God, but Christ wasn't the centre
so my free-verse weren't on him,
my words he wouldn't enter
So I started to get, out of his hands
Life was not set on him,
worldly desires satisfied this man,
But not for a very long period of time,
wasn't till grade 11 he re took a hold of my life
I was listening to rap,
like lil wayne, fort minor