Like most "natural" born human beings, there was a time in my life where I had a vagina wrapped around my neck. March 1st 1970 somethin' was my special day, so today I'll like to take this time to wish myself a Happy Birthday, and share a little piece of my life the Biggie Smalls Way. Note: Though the official date is March 1st, I usually observe it throughout the entire month of March. PayPal donations are encouraged.

Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world of fly girls
HERRERANO and SOBERANA until I called earl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile ON THE MANGO TREES
RIO ABAJO, PANAMA, ready for the likes of this, uh
Then came the BEST date, March 1st
2:19, that's when my momma water burst
MY DAD'S in the house so she WASN'T for self
to GORGAS hospital, to see if they could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my LIPS
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "YO THAT'S A REAL DARK BOOOOY!"

Now I'm thirteen, IN BROOKLYN, WITH NO cream
TOO YOUNG FOR the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' MY MOM scream BROKE MY HEART, I mean
I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So TO school I ALWAYS SHOWED up, it DIDN'T fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and FORCE ME TO GO TO CHURCH
before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
HAD NO the drugs on the shelf?  Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I COULDN'T be it
MONEY WAS secondary, SCHOOL was necessary
I NEVER got incarcerated--I WAS TOO LEERY
900 RUTLAND ROAD set me straight
Not able to move 'CAUSE I WAS ALWAYS IN CHURCH
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the FRIENDS I stacked MADE THE MOVE FEEL LIKE JAIL

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
BACK IN PANAMA WITH MY DAD, that's surprisin'
Honeys is tantalizin', they freak all night
cops WANT MY CEDULA THEY creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in BROOKLYN
And to my niggas livin' street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets OF PANAMA?  Nah, nigga you're slippin'
NOW I'M PIMPIN IN THE BIG CRIB with NO weed on my breath
Original SYSADMIN with the KEYBOARD on the Tech
Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

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