july 27th 1990, was a child born to live destined by the one almighty, grew up in the hood where the laws was made self proclaimed, aimed at a target to kill and to do so win tha fame, destined to see so much pain, cold blood running thrue his vain, pumping dark spiritual defects thrue the heart arteries not sane, more over he became insane, jumping off the edge of the brain.

held him self together while seeing so much of abuse, never closed the door shut because he thought that he would choose, him next for the victim of parental target, so he saw what his mom held so much pain with a cold hearted, while the door semi closed, he felt semi opened to the world to receive the message with his weapon, instantly dropped a notebook on the table picked a pen, noticed all the anger running thrue his mind so he picked ten.

he swallowed his cold pill with pain and denial, when he noticed his parents fighting again this time in trial, to see who gets to choose custody with out any question, decisions made, i was lucky enough to go with my destination, so the child now a teenager who once knew a man named to be his father, left his side to be with another female who didn't bother calling the child up and asking if hes alright, while then a little sibling felt like she alright.

then many years passed got diagnosed as bipolar, with a lot of family feeling bad cause he had a disorder, but what they didn't knew is he was feeling bad for himself, noticed his family thought i was crazy but forget them and anyone else, they knew he had emotions just don't know to control it, they knew he had thoughts just don't know organization with in, running deep without patience, running away from disaster, making it thrue these obstacles saying this aging master, now running thrue the streets, cold hungry with cold feet, why cant he feel the heat just enough to fulfill his dreams of becoming a rap star, never the less he had no support of his fams so he lead it him self.....

now read this ma peoples, and read this good, i never said that my story would be misunderstood, i just said that once i was born i always knew i would be running, left alone in this cold world with no one else to be running with, i felt the cold wet tears running down my face while i seen my mom getting hit with a disgrace of a dirty bastard who calls himself my father, now i must achieve what they said to never bother, once i spoke and wont speak again intill my goal is completed with perfect achievements and success to revenge being my sweetest melody......

I like it bro, kinda hard to pic up on the rhythm in a few spots and how you're saying it, but for the most part it flows well.
I would rather hear you spit it on track though, but that's just me.
keep at it.

Good write