KRS-One - My Life lyrics

Skinny cat, young cat
With a knapsack strapped to my back
1981 before the crack attack
I used to let the Olde
English 800 suds bubble in the last car of
The Franklin Avenue shuttle
Brooklyn, no doubt, Wingate Park, no doubt
Prospect Park I'm all laid out
Homeless, my gear played out and I know this
But I'm an MC I stay focused
I took the shuttle to the D and
Wrote my rhymes in a hour
Took the D to the E
Last stop the Twin Towers
Sittin in the belly of the beast
In the World Trade organization
Bein harassed by the police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin uzis out the Jacob Javit's
Center for a high price
Let me tell you 'bout my life

Scratched: "The type of shit
A young black man
Gotta go through every day of his life"
Scratched: "Hard times I've lived in
Wake up in the morning thank God"
Scratched: "The type of shit
A young black man
Gotta go through every day of his life"
Scratched: "Hard times to live in
Wake up in the morning" "Now it's my turn"
"Listen"

Eighty-five comes in, eighty-six comes in
The marijuana with the cocaine mix comes in
High class hustlers
I'm takin flicks with them
My first songs Red Alert, he's mixin them
This a far cry from a
Kid sleepin on the bench
Now I'm VIP in the club
This don't make sense
But it does, as I take daps and hugs
From cats that move drugs
They say "Kris rise above"
Everybody knew my style, Kris was no coward
I wanted to get in the game
But my peeps wouldn't allow it they'd say
"Read them books and write them hooks
Save our children
Give 'em a whole new outlook"
So I did, I lived like any street kid
But I was handed 20 books
Others were handed 20 year bids
Still they wouldn't sell to your
Mother or your wife
There was respect man'! Let me
Tell you 'bout my life

1987 my career blowin up now
Me and Scott LaRock took the
Year growin up now
Me I'm just a private cat
Whatever you perceive as live
KRS is as live as that we the livest act
In eighty-eight, eighty-nine, and ninety now
But them years be far behind me now
In ninety-one, no one can find me now
I chose the underground to
Rhyme where it's grimy, wOW
Rewind me now, 13 albums for you to see
Or catch me speakin at them universities
My mind stays keen, I'm hardly ever seen
I do a lot of work
Just not in the mainstream

Scratched: "Know what you need to learn
Old school artists don't always burn"

Scratched: "Know what you need to learn
KRS-One don't always burn"