Who am I? Just Take a Look at My life, My Life... My

LIFE... And let us begin.


The brightness of the big city lights helps me to see the allure of what this apple beholds. Is it, pure gold? Looking up, I would be lying if I said, I’m not enticed by these wonderful and amazing lights. A hustler's paradise meets a smuggler’s, rolled dice... secrets crumble, a fiend sacrifice, just me, Melody, as I rein, Queen! Mama never told me there would be days like this, and she never told me what lies beyond that White Picket Fence. So, I’ll embrace the unforgiving nights of a heightened end, filled with prostitution, hustling, drugs and death at the end. In this game there are no do overs, you reap what you sew, and you never get what you deserve...yes, you’ll pay to play, but you must find your own higher ground. I’ll put it all on the long shot, just like my nigga I've got to be down.

Never to let no trick run game, on me. What more can I say!

Just take a look at my life, and let’s begin.