The Quix Identity
Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 5:35 am
The Quix identity
Chapter 1
Wasn't a lucky child i was Born in tah Poverty
3 brothers 3 sisters like mah father was robert Reed
had no support from mah parents, they wouldn't Talk tah Me
Probably, cuz they felt slangin drugz was making a mockery
of my family but they gradually started to see mah point
alcohaolic tendenceies they would just steal mah joints
and dip into mah stash box so all i'd Feel is coins
i had no choice but to deploy and escape from mah peeps
resorted tah thugz and feigns to learn the way of the street
i was living the struggle rappin n snappin just waiting tah Bubble
My Rhymes were mah brain while the gauge was mah muscle
going insane, doing just about anything for Respect
the streets was mah family, through mah parents neglect
No school, but by the age of 16 i graduated the Tek
had a Masters in Semi's and a doctrine in coke!
things were looking up cuz now mah product was dope
invested mah profits in getting that Glock wid dah scope
Thought i did it quitely so the cops didn't know
but i got set up ... some nigguhz call it a sting
was on the top of the world ... but i falled from the Ring
used to living lavish coppin Fitted caps and New Topz
now the only luxerys are coming through the Food Slotz
dah only conversations are those with the criminals
Emotions running rapid can't help but feeling pitiful
but it was Typical ... theres a saying they say and they shout
you only serve two days ... the day you go in, and the day you get out ...
Chapter 1
Wasn't a lucky child i was Born in tah Poverty
3 brothers 3 sisters like mah father was robert Reed
had no support from mah parents, they wouldn't Talk tah Me
Probably, cuz they felt slangin drugz was making a mockery
of my family but they gradually started to see mah point
alcohaolic tendenceies they would just steal mah joints
and dip into mah stash box so all i'd Feel is coins
i had no choice but to deploy and escape from mah peeps
resorted tah thugz and feigns to learn the way of the street
i was living the struggle rappin n snappin just waiting tah Bubble
My Rhymes were mah brain while the gauge was mah muscle
going insane, doing just about anything for Respect
the streets was mah family, through mah parents neglect
No school, but by the age of 16 i graduated the Tek
had a Masters in Semi's and a doctrine in coke!
things were looking up cuz now mah product was dope
invested mah profits in getting that Glock wid dah scope
Thought i did it quitely so the cops didn't know
but i got set up ... some nigguhz call it a sting
was on the top of the world ... but i falled from the Ring
used to living lavish coppin Fitted caps and New Topz
now the only luxerys are coming through the Food Slotz
dah only conversations are those with the criminals
Emotions running rapid can't help but feeling pitiful
but it was Typical ... theres a saying they say and they shout
you only serve two days ... the day you go in, and the day you get out ...