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Before the Slim3
- Yo, Slim3 Tim3, let me spit this tale raw,
- From the streets of Ashland, where the turf’s at war.
- Southside, Chi Town, where the shadows creepy,
- Aggravated assault, man, the wounds run deeply.
- S. Ashland Ave, where the beef don’t sleep,
- Rival gang stepped ,tryna claim what’s cheap.
- Slim3 pulled the blade, no hesitation, straight action,
- Stabbed that opp in the fray, left him down, no fraction.
- Blood on the pavement, yeah, the scene was a grim one,
- Victim clung to life, but the scars stayed with him.
- Slim3 dipped quick, ghost in the night now,
- Two day manhunt, cops flashin’ they lights out.
- Streets talk loud, snitches sing they song,
- Po po closed in, Slim3 knew he was gone.
- Caught in the trap, cuffs clicked, no escape,
- Took that plea, guilty, ‘cause he knew his fate.
- Sentenced to four, Menard’s cold steel gates,
- But inside, more drama, couldn’t dodge this fate.
- Caught heat in the pen, beef stacked, no peace,
- Four more years added, time just wouldn’t cease.
- Eight years total, locked down, soul confined,
- For takin’ out a monster, paid with blood and time
- Paroled 2020,
- August, stepped in to the light,
- Streets still hum his name, for fightin’ that fight.
- Slim3 always wins and he handles the losers
- the only opp he has is, child abusers
- Just four years free, since two thousand eleven
- Now I'm back in the jungle, To my people a blessin
- I could teach you a lession about hustle and flexin
- You practice retention if you going to prison
- Eight years caged, mind sharp like a shank
- Slim3 held strong, though his soul nearly sank
- Bars clanged shut, but the spirit stayed live
- Southside dreams kept the fire in his eyes.
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