Pro aka Mic Myers
Im an artist,tryna get my paper straight/
So my people can eat off me like paper plates/
i put white out in streets like paper mate/
to hold my money down like paper weights/
now im deep in thought,feelin crazy str8/
my life was hard,hard as my tightest bars/
im in anotha galaxy,hangin with brighter stars/
thats how i write.. to lighten my scars/
so feel me,
cuz i gotta eat till these heated streets kill me!
Tell me about your history? How did you get where you are now?
i battled on rapbattles.com... currently workin on a mixtape
