the last survivor

i started off in this world as a seed
nothin but seamen swiming up stream
passin future brothers an sisters
finishing the race first
winner since birth craked my head in to her egg
an nine months later i am what the world got
i kno some of my friends wouldnt understand me
most of the time in the past
i had trouble wiht my family
dealing with my sinister arch enemie
mr. reality  surrounded every day by insanity
an pain i can feel this monsterious blood
runnin through my veins i know some where
in the future in my life
therell be fortune an fame
an people are gonna keep hating because am real 2 tha game
they cant begin 2 comprehen my pain
they ask why this young black talented kid occationally
goes insaine i love my family 2 death
forever loyal my only regret is
because of the life am living an the things that ive done
i might not be around 2 see my neices grow up
the strong fall hard when they become stubborn
especially when we let down our guards
why do we work hard an strive 2 survive
every day when the rich just swipe there cards
an call the shots not even wantin 2 pay our parents
the little scraps they work so hard 2 acquire
they dont kno what its like living in the ghetto
seeing people getting there heads shot off
right in front of you so much shit happens there
so much temptations 2 resist an yet still
i rise above it all the last survivour
of my generation standin tall
.from the mind of swade