Shooting My Dreams Down - Calhoun Gang
Yo it's Mistro DaG3nius WELCOME to my auto biography. Born and raised in these steel city streets I seen alot heard alot did alot. So i guess thats why I got alot to say.I was born in the upper northside (charles st) right next to the projects (northveiw hights). Before long I mooved to the southside (the slope,beltzhoover). Then i learned a few neccesary things in life like sports, party's and enemys at a young age. In the first day and first class of the 1st grade my mother move me to project housing. 134 WESTGATE VILLAGE ROAD is where i called home for the next seven years. In these few years i seen a lifetime worth of all kinds of drama. drugs, guns, sex, money,fighting, death, REVENGE. I lost a few of the fam and i lost even more freinds things wasnt hard for me. My family was the family that everybody knew so respect kept me alive. At about 7 i learned alot about ganglife. One of our hang outs was where a group of blood gang niggas liked to come and drink so the hate grew quick. So much happened to me through out my live but i aint neva been shot. Leavin wasnt easy but I had to move from a warzone of the 90's that i called home. When i arrived at my new house on the eastside (garfeild)it took me a few days to learn that i was livin in a blood gang neihborhood. I never had trouble a couple busted up niggas and they gat the picture you know. Dont get it twisted i aint claimin or disin i fucks wit alot of dem blood gang niggas real reconize real plus money is green so fuck it.I never lived a place for too long soon i moved it my dad to the nothside back where i started.I never wanted to leave but my fathers passing changed shit for ever cause wit him i was right i felt good now i just dont give a fuck. Thats around the time i moved back to the east side (larimer). 15 angry high and unstable ready for the worste. I didnt really make freinds i was kinda just there always in da hood strapped up and smokin just like a thin ass nigga. But it was in larimer that i found my love for music . late nite all the oldheads on my porch would lusten to my flows and tell me to do sumthin wit my talent but it was just a hobby. My cousin slim capone from almighty records put me in the studio to make a beat one day and all that changed i started tweekin to make a beats . 17 I was hustlin my teenage ass off and there wasnt shit u could tell me homie. I wasnt no millionaire of nuttin but my shit was lock but like most niggas i seen then 4x4 cement walls but not for long not kuck just connections. Now i gat a choice to make play wit da streets and risk my freedom or make beats. So i chose to do what it takes to get by i aint gone keep on goin on but this is a sample of what niggas like me call a story bout my life. HOLLA