this ... is written for a friend of mine..
that i never got to know..
now its too late..
and I don't know if he's ok anymore..
Al ..
i rap as hard.. as a black belt martial artist..
i ball and guard.. and tackle down the largest..
shoot from downtown the fartest..
they ask who i am cuz im the smartest..
i earn my crown to be as GOOD as this..
trampling every mound thats AHEAD of this..
now..
i tell you this..so the truth is told..
and the proof unfolds.. that my soul is not made of gold..
i ain't no old rich mofo, im from the o-town..
where my a** got jacked BE-FOE..
my friend Al has been smacked BE-FOE..
behind the head sent him to the HOS-PI-TAL..
blood clot and his gloves and bat got stole..
while we play marvel and sit at home..
thinkin bout the time we wuz alone..
dudes from the same school FRIGH-TENED us..
like we wuz sh*t and they was MAR-VE-LOUS..
pocket checked us and stole THREE BUCKS from us..
I try to restrain from kicking their nuts..
they had a car so I wuz smart enough..
ever since I haven't seen my friend no moe..
I wish my friend good luck..
Happy holidays to my friend, Alvin Sarmiento.. 
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DX was here.
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