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The Journey of a Rapper

The Journey

By PridezPublished 5 years ago 3 min read
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Part 1...

Growing up in a council estate and a typical rough area of my home town, there wasn’t much to do except get a nine to five job, sell drugs or end up in and out of prison...

I can’t express the feeling but what I can say about it all is you're either a dreamer or your doomed!

I’m not from the streets of New York or London. But a small town is where it starts in this story. I’m not going to lie or exaggerate my teenage years, but there have been so many crazy events that could have gotten me killed or in prison!

You can say I dodged a few bullets without a gun in my face. I won’t go into major details about what happened. I’ll leave that for another time.

What I wanted to explain in this part one of the story is how sometimes things happen for a good reason! Imagine being a teenager hanging around with older men that are completely streetwise, and following in their footsteps. Yes. That was me—a stupid naive 16-year-old wanting to make money and just party.

Don’t get me wrong. Some of theses memories will never be forgotten—for good or for bad. I guess it has made me the person I am today.

One thing this taught me is having respect for other people. I guess I will always be like this. Back in my days you always respected your elders. That goes without saying... These days have 16-year-olds thinking that they are Tony Montana, acting like the big man, going around and beating people up with their little crews thinking they are gangsters.

I think having respect has taught me to make friends no matter what religion, race, or type of groups you're in. I can and always will be friends with all different people on this planet—that’s just my nature.

And throughout my life I have met some amazing people and some not so amazing people! But everything is a lesson, I guess, the events that happen in your life and the people you meet.

Now let’s get back to the story!

When I was 14, I managed to steal (borrow) my aunties cassette tape of Snoop Dogg's Doggystyle, the album... Awww man, I loved that tape! I would literally play it day and night until I knew all the words. I was 14, so having something that was quite violent, sexual and drug influenced, could my teenage years been affected by this? Probably so.

But I didn’t care it was great! Learning the arts and crafts of rap was at first very difficult for me as a dyslexic. I wasn’t really a good writer or speller in that case (as you can probably tell by this story... HA.)

Nothing would stop me. All I wanted to do was rap! It was like a drug to me. I would constantly listen to beats and that era was the start of the Slim Shady world. And everyone wanted to be a rapper! I kept myself quiet for a few good years just free styling and practicing anything that had to do with rap, but kept it under the carpet. I had a good few mates who share the same interest. We would get together and freestyle for hours (true story). After a few years I started recording my first track with my best friend, Unique. I’m going to be completely honest. It was shocking, not gonna lie. If I hear it now I will probably kill myself!

But as they say, it’s all a learning curve!

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Thank you for reading whoever you may be. If you like the story and want me to continue, please donate and I will tell you all about my life. At the moment I am sitting here writing this!

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