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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…
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…How did he dominate? Syllables. Flow. It took me seven years to even begin to understand. Now, at thirty-two, I’m still learning, still pushing. I walk for miles, rapping out loud to imaginary beats, freestyling for hours each day. It’s my escape, my therapy, my desperate attempt to outrun the problems that chase me. I’ve let so many people down. I have a daughter, a year old, a life I’ve never known, a connection I’ve never forged. I am lost. And I don’t think I’ve ever truly been found. The gilded cage of my childhood has given way to a life of gilded dreams, tarnished by the harsh realities of addiction, loss, and the relentless pursuit of a voice that still struggles to be heard.