I'm that kid named "Cris" who the streets called "Just" who used to write rhymes with a cereal bowl on the side wanting your spot.


I was that quiet, slick mouth talking kat who would fight you for underestimating me. The one who was adored by that one girl who studied hard in class. Hoodies and fresh fittets low enough to compliment them brown eyes your girl loved.


That one guy who battled your boy when you were absent and humiliated him but still smiled and gave him his daps for acknowledging me as another fellow emcee.


The one you'll rush to Target or Best Buy for when my album drops under a major label. To give your soul excitement when you unwrap the clear wrap. Words that make you cry but smile at the same time. Music that you and your girl listen to and giggle because you feel like I'm talking to you directly and nobody else. The same lyrics that make you give your boy daps just because you relate to someone who came from where you come from, enough to make you say "that sh*** was crazy".


I am the black sheep that only needs shine from acknowledgment of a fans eye to continue to pursue the dream I have to turn your nightmares that are mere thoughts of disappointment until you pop my c.d in.


My life is your escape.