May 18, 1979, a child was born in a city of high crime, my scenery changed at about the age of five, shooked the southside and planted in the northside of Chi. My neighborhood was filled with hypes and prostitutes, Vicelords, GDs, and Kings who loved to shoot, and me i fell into the gangsta mentality, a brotha of the struggle timberland stompin the rivalry, but still, really wasn't the provoking thug type, but never ran not a strand of mel is bitch-like, I'll lend a hand to my man if mine a fit right, at age 14 learned how to hit the weed right. Now a few years later start selling it too, my moms found a ounce told her I kept it for Andrew, but I still got a beat down to the third degree, but love her to death for disciplinin me. Now my pen hit the pad in 1992, fell off, till I took it out west to highschool, we often had syphers that crowded the lunhroom, my nigga Lo Down was killing niggas off table toons, with him, Big Dawg, T-Rilla, and me, got together to birth a group called Conspiracy, even though its no longer, or bond is stronger, I vow to take the pressure off em now that I'm older. I can see us pilling doe through 1st Team, first thing, is keep my hustle strong and stray away from the pipe dreams, I might fiend for the kind treatment a star brings, more more addicted to a bank account that can own things. So with that being said give me the keys, and watch drive through the doubts at an arrogant speed. At a certain point knew this Hip Hop was me, ONLY TURNING BACK NOW IS TO WAVE AT ENEMIES!!