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HARDLIFE

This story can be about my own life and how my struggle. When I was a kid we was rich at my grandmother's my dad was locked up and my mom was with boy for guy guy for boy in florida and I always wanted to see them but I also had a big life at my grandma's because my aunt had her business we had good vacations however I got into a gang at a young age and starting doing drugs at 12. I got jumped by a gang at 13 on another note which led me to writing music in my room for 3 or so years which also led me to getting the first studio ...my grandmother paid 700 bucks for ...protools was a great program soon after not even 6 months I was about 17 my aunt found out I was selling dope and I got kicked out one streets and then I moved with my mom and her new bf . .. I stayed kinda out of sight from life and rapped a lot to myself and practiced production for a bit even tho I got ok at it protools wasn't the best one for me I'd give cds out and find them on the ground in he floor board of cars .. I took that as I wasn't giving it enough and stepped it up ..I'd practice all day id write all day for 6 years or so while I was also living a ghetto life in the time I didn't rap like hitting licks and doing very wrong for myself then that led my mother to kick me out ..I was with dad I done sold that studio when I was dating a x ..and had no way to rap I then wrote 300 songs every 4 months they all got stole ..I told my dad one day man I wish I had a studio he went a found a affordable one . Prespnus 299 bucks easy to use it was and I learned to studio also I studied music a lot and 2pacs poetry also bumped a lot of the 90s rappers ....although I felt my own stuff nobody else really cared ....I sold that studio because I needed some dope and I fucked up ...again no way to rap no studio I wrote more songs 300 more got to were I wrote 7 songs a day ... After all I got good at freestyling and was good enough to were I didn't have to write I started giving out music they also got stolen I still have a shit ton of music I ain't recovered I got used to it and concidered it as giving it away I didn't care it's for the skill ... Here I am again at 21caught my first charge criminal damage to property 2nd degree 5 years probation..my grandmother died in the hospital while my 21 birthday I'm in jail ...aunt pat died of cancer after as well she lost her house ..nothing was left except very little pictures . Facebook suggest I add my friend's friend end up dating ..but I violate my probation due to my drug use dis over 3 years in the county and 9 months in rsap got off and just now got 2 years and 8 months out in 2 bonds and don't wanna live I had paid for a studio and worked for ce levitdis right or like 5 years got my license and forklift certification was saving and all that another studio made so much music I thought I'd have to upgrade my computer but my other gf after that one deleted 120 songs or so ...I was devastated but st had about 120 left on SoundCloud and other areas now I'm here and I had done been with a lot of girls like 64 of them and counting I loved having sex . But music was a goal I loved more then all ...I just at the age of 23 said to myself how does Eminem beat everyone on the court at rapping .. syllables ok I then learned how he flows it took me 7 years lol. 32 I am now well somewhat still learning and still practicing but now I walk far and rap out loud to a beat freestyling for at least 3 hours a day to get better at my rhymes ..while I'm running from my problems easy I let a lot of people down I have a daughter that's 1 never met I'm lost and never found ....