The Beginning (Explicit)

It’s the right time & place

The hardest thing to write is insight to my life,

To keep it concise, or not to be contrived, I survived,

To keep it tight, i was born a ray of light

25th of Feb, 1990, hit the bed,

Support my neck and lift my head,

Nottingham born and bread, the tears that were shed, fears that escalate

.. destined for Greatness or death,

Two artist made and artist we can breathe alike

no central heating it was freezing at night

The sun would beam in time

Twin brothers couple years younger, laugh and slumber, hand me down jumper,

Digging holes, finding lumber,

Scraped knees, run the streets, parents see the stress, need the rest,

my brother put a sandwich in the vhs,

The best parties, open house, fish fries and food

People line the rooms, pick the next record

Find the groove,

Ruff and Smooth, Young or old, gay, straight or broke, amazing folk, way before woke

Lemonades and Coke

Steal a spliff, take a toke, collect steal and oak

Keep a note, tryna stay afloat, tryna reap and sow

my dad hoarding from the death of his bro,

A poet, Racism, past trauma, plaguing him slow

He told me to flow, my mum taught me art, she would sow, the best clothes, hacienda early

days, they were known,

Never taught to say no, people come people go

you accommodate, and Hopefully grow

seeds to sow

There was knowledge there was street, there was art there was beef, there was jerk chicken, Yorkshire pudding, parks and police

Pass the peas selling parsley as **,

Stealing parcels and leave,

A fiend running dodging cars with weave

Getting larger in waste and taste, eating for comfort

Needed more validation, needed ease

Through the thunder

Meaty chunk was my Nick name, my godfather, looking up to olders with the thick chains,

Form mobb deep to Rick James,

The hardest thing to writes life story conversation,

16 I nearly died from blood poisoning

and complications

I had a stroke, two weeks of hell, lived to speak and tell, overweight but keeping well, tryna feed myself,

Knife pokes turned my white tee red

Gun pushed into my chest all for nothing at best

We can’t rest, we can’t sleep, we can’t slip

We can’t chill, we can’t can’t eat, we can’t read

We can’t meet, we can’t build

.Haunted by my goals, at 13 I made my first track

Walking on the coals, I heard cream

and never turned back

Purple tape to my own tapes.. manufactured it,

Mix, master, rhymes, beats, studied and mastered it

Over 16 years I’ve stayed on my graft,

Still tryna make it make it make sense,

The passion and craft;

They told me keep working, be patient,

plan & persist, never quit, keep going

****ing taking the piss

No kids, no pension, sacrifice and decisions,

Is it my birth right, or did I choose

this life that I’m living

I opened for legends, I sat in the presence of greats

..from Britain to the states, Is it present of fate

Is it written, is it spoken, are there curses in Breaking? Did the situation worsen?

From these words that I’m making?

..My heart beats for the moment, find a pace,

Stop reading, and close it,

Time & Place,