down the trash littered streets I saunter with hope of finding loose change in the rain gutter to feed my starving face; so that i may continue on my journey into the domain of DJ's and M.C.'s; hoping that i may one day become great and be somebody. the only father i have ever known is the father of an art where phat beats, rhymes, and lyrics are the foundation. mad props to everybody keepin it real out there, daring to be unique with fresh, funky flava exploding into . . . HIP-HOP. CRE8CHOICE

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