My childhood bio

I come from the hoodlum streets//
Where the real Grim Reepers at times get reeped//
thats not enough for bio//
This kids skills for real will make your seep through the tiles//
People say how you start to rhyme//
but its hard to diffin//
I guess it itches in the heart. shoots up the throat. throught the lips. and thats how i spit//
Its Not that i was always right but its that was never wrong//
Pull out your umbrellas it aint rain but this brain is about to storm//
When I was six I stuck a fire-craker up a chickens hole to see it blow//
Then sat back and watched my laugh unfold//
Ohh yeah and Daddy went to jail when I was 8 months old//
That didnt make me sad I just grew up half parently//
But moms was always mad at me//
Its not that I was bad I was just a curious kid//
So she took many emergancy trips//
I used to beat up all my neighborhood friends//
But when Fat sammy got to the block that all came to an end//
and now we bestfriends//
But thats enough for this child hood bio cuz I can't remember the rest//
Thats how many times I smashed my head in to my bed pole and my toy chest//

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This is my first open mic post