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Tywan Bell

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Mmm
They say, "Tywan where you go? where you, where you at?"
I said, "I'm on a run like a runnin' back"
And I'm not coming back until I get to where I need to be
In the life that was meant for me
So now I'm on the road in the double O yota
Windows tinted goin' 95 on 4-85
2 12's Knockin' on the roof of the trunk
Seat back in the whip hope I go unnoticed, as I head to my location
I put my phone on D.N.D and turned my music up
I never flexed, but I had to get my weight up, straight dedication only patience it took
I never looked back, but I know I got em shook
They wanna know my next move in the playbook
But I've been known to switch the volume up
Plus the tempo and the instrumental, don't forget I knew how to cook at a early age
I was writing on a page in the 7th grade, before a verse ever got me paid
Before I ever put my 2 feet on a stage, I was livin' mediocre wit' roaches on the floor
We used a curtain as a fuckin' door, 5 cats deep, 2 bunk beds, a slide out mattress
Wait there's more!
Momma in the back room yellin' like it's war
I felt so constricted, the pain was inflicted
I would run to the door but it wasn't budgin'
I tried to kick the door open like I was the swat, she yelled
"Go to G-MA and call the cops!"
So I hit the feet, like I'm in a track meet, runnin' down the street barely catch my breath
Little brother right behind me, we get to the door start beatin' so erratic
Screamin', "Momma Gettin' hit in her bedroom!"
It was devastatin', not knowin' if my momma was really gonna make it
Out the situation, that was traumatizin', I was 11 years old when I saw the truth
To this day I wish I could've took the pain away
Or killed the man behind the door the same fuckin' day
Slit his throat in his sleep not a death threat
Please don't call 12, I'm just being honest since I got the chance
Hope y'all understand what I was goin' through
It was a livin' hell and Lucifer was watchin' from a distance wit' binoculars
It was obvious that my momma was in pain, she was afraid so I gave her closure
As she freed her mind of the stress that was built up over time
It was so bad I kept suicide on my agenda, cause my boy did the same
Damn
At this point I was battlin' wit demons
Bout took my own life with the knife pressed to my wrist
And goin' to school, it was some shit, bein' bullied for my size and who I hung wit
Bein' pressed to the edge of the slap box ring
Survival of the fittest playin' defense watchin' every move like it's chess
Scared to the soul I can admit, but I couldn't back down at the last moment
I was forced to fight back, never won a match
Maybe just one, but that was that
After that, I would take a nap mid class get slapped by the biggest n***a in the class
As I look around everyone would laugh, I was like 5-0 and the bull was a smooth 6
The teacher didn't do shit, but continue with the lecture
Bein' bullied at school than comin' home to fightin' was real depression
Everything was dark from my perspective
Never saw the good times or I didn't pay mind
Over time I would fall in a deep mental state, wouldn't conversate so I stay collected
But I felt disconnected from the world, I was lost, but this is the outcome
I understand what I went through
WHAT I WENT THROUGH MADE ME WHO I AM

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