The Words

I write rhymes... Some about my own life experiences. Some just about life in general. I always said I was gonna put some of them out as a short book. When I was growing up I went to nine different schools...And everyday I broke at least nine different rules. Eleven years old my eyes were bloodshot. Juvenile delinquent comin' from the bud spot. Talk about my life sometimes when I do poems. Residential Treatment Centers and Group Homes. That's where I was raised for the most part, but now I compose art like Beethoven and Mozart...