An aspiring artist making some side hustle to improve my craft.
cant reach the 100 characters required so Ill just put the lyrics of a random song

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rockin the gold tooth, Lo goose
Only way I be gettin the G off was drug loot
And lets start it like this, son
Rollin with this one and that one
Pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at 16
And runnin up in gates and doin hits for high stakes
Makin my way on fire escapes
No question, I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out
Catchin keys from cross seas
Rollin in MPVs, every week we made 40 Gs
Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now!
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, yall
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, yall
Its been 22 long hard years, Im still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but Im alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause sh- is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such, who never had much
Tryin to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court