August 30, 1979 a blessing was born, my mothers' second child and fathers' first son, Dwight. But you can call me D.Witt and Welcome to D.Witt's Life. Follow me...
Coming up as a child I had less than the other kids, but Mom and Dad knew how to survive. I thank god for that because that taught me how to survive. I was born in Memphis, Tennessee, but I was raised in Arkansas. I call it the land of the lost. I wasn't the most popular kid in the school, but I was known. Ever since I could remember music has been a part of my life. It all (music) started when I was young, real young. Sitting on my father's lap, he would teach me how to play the guitar. I fell in love with the sound of music right then! Now I'm not saying I was an Angel because the Lord knows I wasn't , but I thank God for keeping me safe in the mist of all my doing. When I was young my mother used to have me write to the Lord about my problems. You see my mother is saved, sanctified and filled with the Holy Ghost. I had a problem; I would just hold everything in until I couldn't hold it in anymore. Then I would explode and do something stupid. But the honest truth is, writing to the Lord did help. So writing became a blessing for me because I started writintg my thoughts down on paper. What I do everyday you know, it just so happens that some folks call it RAPPIN'!!! I call it my life on a sheet of paper. Now, where I'm from the dope boys were my role models. It's because they showed me another side. You know I was taught to survive, but I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to live good. I wanted to ball. So every night at 11:30 or so would hit and I would sneak out the window of the house. I would head to the streets. One of the biggest "d-boys" at that time gave me a pac one night. I brought back more than what he gave me, he smiled, and it's been on ever since.
Now, the "d-boys" started to really dig me, so they would come up to the school and pick me up. I was always tough, but I kind of liked to pick on the people especially the people who needed it. Some people probably would've called me a "bully" but I really wasn't!!!
One day at school this dude and I got into it, and it ended almost in fatal results. He stabbed me one time and I had to have hundreds of stitches. Now the stitches were both inside and out of my abdominal area. My large and small intestine had to be stitched together. My stomach was literally cut in half. It was God who was there with me; it was God who brought me back to life, seriously. The doctor's thought I was going to have to wear a "shit bag" for the rest of my life. I learned a really good lesson this round. This lesson hardened my heart, it also taught me to be cautious at all times. Things continued like they were before, but I just got smarter. I THANK GOD!!! I am here for my family and my real niggas, and to make people's lives better, but don't get it twisted I WILL BUST YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD IF YOU GET IN THE WRONG!!!
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