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I Miss You

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My Felon Patnas

Stay Down

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DIrt Broke Hungry and Homeless.  D.I.R.T.Y. R.E.D. gives his description of being  at the Bottom Sur-named- The "GUNYUN" 
Settling for none, he refuses to take just a little in his quest for coming up in life.

"Don't Just Give Me No Egg With That Toast; I'M HUNGRY" 
GIVE ME SOME LINKS WITH THOSE GRITTS!!"  

            --DIRTY RED Song quote from: "If I can't have it all"

If I Cant Have It All

Shit!!!... I'm a 90's Negus man... I came up in the struggle. Pops was in the Military so I move around. at the age of 2, I moved back from Panama. Moms and Pops split up so you can miss me with that military brat shit!!!!.... 
At 5 years old I was the man of the house. Me and my 2 little sisters. 
Momma used to make hamburgers all the time so they caught me saying "Hamburgers, hamburger, Hamburgers... that all a Negus eat...

2 grade I was in Milwaukee, steady getting suspended from school and shit!!! For Halloween, me and my cousin dressed up as Freddy Kruger, making gloves with real Knives. Just a young Negus, in the streets. My Moms, she was steady going to school trying to make a better way for use u know what I'm say? I remember one time momma didn't have no baby sitter so she left us with grandpa. He was a Pimp[, I'm walking around with a local celeb. Know what I'm saying? Grandpa, gave me a hand full of quarters told me to go and play pinball. I didn't know what he was doing, but he was charging hoes to the game.

i was in and out between my mom and pops. So I didn't know what to think. I was Rebellious. Because of this I was sent to the the detentions center here and there. I was so bad, they where threatening to hold me back in the 2nd grade. I would not do my homework, throw it under the bed and play my games. I would not listen to my teachers. There was an incident to where I bust my head in class, the folks was trying to take me away from my momma. 
My momma told these folks that I wasn't no dummy, I was just bad as fuck. 
All that homework caught up with me, I had to do 7 months of homework in One motha fuckin night, after my moms put that extension card on me. shiiittt, 7 months of home work in one day. I graduated, but my moms had enough, she called my dad, and said "he needs to spend some time with you in Kansas".

I didn't know my dad that well, My dad didn't know me. He did not know what to expect, although he did not know me at all. Despite the niceness of my Dad and his family, I still was rebellious. Although, my step-mom didn't play. She made me get my books she made me listen. Back then I wasn't giving a fuck.

So here I go in Kansas School. They sent the "BD" Behavior Disorder. They put me in the class with the special ed students. I'm on the short bus in third grade. They put me in time room. It was a padded solitary cell. it's the hole with carpet. They wanted me to beat on the wall, so I did it just to get the frustration out!

They saw that i was passing with all As and shit! They put me in a program called Mainstream. If I advance in these classes they would put me in class with the regular kids. So i did that. Meet me a lil Momma, Evette. She was feelin me, I was feelin her then, when that the hour was over; back in the regular class with the special ed kids. Well Evette was my motivation, so I pass all those bitches and I passed to the 4th grade.

Things was better; but things got worse. My dad wanted to keep me longer, because he felt guilty of not knowing me. So my moms wanted me back but my dad would not let me go. So there was a crazy fight with My Dad and his wife, against my mom. Now I'm pissed off "Just let me go!

So know it's 5th grade, I was put in a Talent show. they made me do something. So I end up remaking a song Kris-Kross Song Jump-Jump" So I performed it, Everyone was roaring clapping and shit, I seen the response, I realize that was my calling!!!!!

6 grade was my first taste of racism in Florida. I was accused of beat a white guy. "He called me a Nigger!!" i got away with that one, so during that time i was whopping them and using that as an excuse to get off.

So i was shipped off to Georgia, living life fast, meeting all type of weed men, hustlers, playas. Soon as I turn 14, my Negus snatched me up and put me in the game. i was given $150 worth of nics. He told me to bring him a $150 dollars back. I knew I could Flip it 3 time the worth.

That's why I claim Decatur GA as my home, cause them Negus gave me the game Negus shit!

To Be Continue... watch my story!!!!

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