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Here's a tale that must be told, picture this, a 12 year old
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Maybe 13 but that's the max, definitely no older than that
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This thing's called rap, had him open in fact, it wasn't enough just ownin' the tracks
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Learnt every song word for word, thought of himself as the opening act
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No stage, no microphone, just a bathroom mirror, maybe a comb
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Blink of an eye and the world of his own, just like that, king on the throne
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Until one day he simple felt, in need of a way to express himself
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Pen and a pad, line after line, just him and his rhymes, nobody else
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Of course he wasn't the illest in sight, in fact he sucked but still he would write
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Little by little the feelin' was right that eventually he would be killin' the mic
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After school freestylin' flows, countless ciphers, talent shows
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World revolved around his craft, his passion and his happy codes
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Mom and pops had rotten views of Hiphop and would not approve
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They stood firm, no matter how hard he tried, they could not be moved
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Still he let his fire burn, hopin' that the tide would turn
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Until that day his prime concerned, was your respect he tried to earn
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Maybe that's why at the time, only one thing was on his mind
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Everyday, every night, mic or no mic, all he wanted to do was just rhyme
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But who, whoever the heck would listen? Witness a lyrical exhibition
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Wherever he went, no matter the time, he battled for props and recognition
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Parkin' lot at the mall, outside of a bathroom stall
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Didn't matter who, single or a crew, line 'em up and he would battle 'em all
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Eatin' rappers was all he knew, soon his reputation grew
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No matter what he was goin' through, step up stage and he feel brand new
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Still that wasn't enough to fulfil, his thirst and hunger for something more real
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Whatever the case, continue the chase, can't change your fate, once it is sealed
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Meanwhile back home sounds the same, folks started and now complain
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How he doesn't even care that the family business is goin' down the drain
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Truth is he's aimin' for more than just the fame and stardom
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Deep down inside he just wants to keep his family from starvin'
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So even though they hated, it kept him motivated
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If you have never seen this struggle before how will you recognize when you have made it?
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Finally graduated, parents were agitated
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The dream and hope of their son goin' to college has gradually faded
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He was determined to shine, time on the grind, tryna get signed
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Looked for a break anywhere he could find, a never endin' ladder for him to climb
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Knockin' on doors only to meet, so called execs who don't wanna greet
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All they expect is soap on their feet, he stays anyways, go on a beat
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That's when they see he's kinda raw, never encountered his kind before
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Rhyme before, not like any of the artist that they've ever signed before
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Whatever the case they wouldn't explain, no matter the label, it was the same
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Walkin' on in, walkin' on out, thank you for comin', we're glad that you came
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He didn't give up, he just kept strong, knowin' deep down that it wouldn't be long
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He did his turn, respect he earned, and eventually he would prove them wrong
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Far from an easy dream, on the right track but evening steam
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The MC man cause of what he's seen, until he popped up on a TV screen
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That's when the whole world saw him shine, then the word quickly spread online
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And it actually blew everyone's mind, guess who Ruff Ryders just signed?
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Yes sir, time does fly by, barely 10 years in the blink of an eye
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Years of lows, years of highs, in the mist of it all he's still the same guy
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Ain't with the R no more, some say he ain't a star no more
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He's alive and he's healthy, somebody tell me, what should he feel any sorrow for?
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Lookin' back, shows no stress, no remorse and no regrets
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In fact what seems like a lifelong journey is really just his first view steps
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Beautiful Story
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Jin |