Ross has a history of arrests spanning from his childhood to even after his record label signing and album release. This culminated in him recently being sentenced to seven years in prison in 2006 for failing to show up to court for his sentencing (which was to be 2 – 6 years initially) in a grand larceny charge from 2004, in which he was accused of robbing more than $6,000 worth of jewelry from a hotel room. He was released from prison in May 2010, cutting ties with Bad Boy and releasing his third album Game Tested, Streets Approved the following year on July 26, 2011 via Duck Down Music. His fourth album Genuine Article was released in 2015, with features from various artists such as Sean Price, Tek, Q Parker, Ron Browz and Murda Mook.
On April 17, 2021, Ross passed away at the age of 51, due to kidney failure.
Life Story
Black Rob Lyrics
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The world ain't no different now...
Never had a dime
My life a crime
Had be when I was nine
Mom drunk off of wine
Ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper
Stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
Stayed on the groung once and a while
First day of school
Never had nutin to style
Mister colondre stressin I ain't comin in a while
It was a bummber
Rocking the shit I rocked all summer
On the first day I was feeling some kind of way
And she wasn't trying to do nutin
You would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or
Something
Now I kno then was even harder
Especially for a single mother
Raising me with no father
Shit living up in this tentament
Eating stale m and m's
Talking wild shit to spanish imigrants
I speak in codes
Man to sivrence
Always quiet then ben dichon to my madre
Even thought she did nutin for me
Acknowledge me as I run down my life story
You don't know how crazy it is outside
I die inside
Oh I've cried oh I've cried
Do you forgive me?? do you forgive me??
Check the skit
No body never gave me shit
If anything a nigga frame me and make me get
3 to 6 my first bid
No doubt up in sparfard
Had to be 12 son had to make a profit
Remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt
Eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
In school I smacked cats in a hurry
Moms didn't care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
On the first floor
I used to thrist for greenary
Picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street
Yo fuck home
I'm tired of geting punched in my dome
Tired of this faggot ass nigga moan
That's when I started roaming
My hustling game is deep
Cats ya heard
Ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg
Notorious tell ya friends spread the word
Glorious my life story is obsurd
Chorus repeat 2x
Home from elmira
Got a little writer
I'm gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver
Recognize the struggle live it like a thug do
Hatred in my heart but inside I love you
See no matter what I will extend my arms to hug you
Knowing I am just like you, I am like the double
All I want to kno is how you pound me down
Yo this shit is real and you really jerked me around
But any way I am geting paid wit puff now
I can cop you a house I can send you some stuff now
So many levels jail take you
I appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you
I've been through fire and birth stone
Used to be ???? not I cop the gem stone
I remembered when you rushed me
The time you said you should of flushed me
I forgive you ma trust me
Chorus repeat till end
In Black Rob's song "Life Story," the lyrics portray the struggles the artist faced while growing up. In the verses, Black Rob describes his upbringing and how he had a difficult childhood. He grew up poor, with a mother who was an alcoholic and didn't care about providing him the basic necessities of life. He even had to resort to stealing and hustling to make ends meet. The chorus repeats multiple times, emphasizing that the world hasn't changed despite his struggles.
The second verse highlights the artist's experiences being in jail and how he became a proficient criminal. He seems to be unapologetic for his actions and mentions that jail helped him to appreciate his mother, despite all her shortcomings. The final verse ends on a somewhat reconciliatory note where he expresses forgiveness to his mother and emphasizes how he has risen above his difficult past to become a successful artist.
Overall, "Life Story" is a reflection of the challenges faced while growing up in poverty and how it can shape a person's life. The song is a powerful reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and how people can overcome their difficulties.
Line by Line Meaning
The world ain't no different now
The world hasn't changed, it's still the same difficult place it always was
Never had a dime
I was always broke and struggling
My life a crime
I lived a life of crime and did things I'm not proud of
Had be when I was nine
I had to grow up quickly because of my difficult home life
Mom drunk off of wine
My mother was an alcoholic and often drunk
Ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper
She hung around with people of all kinds, and her mind was clouded by alcohol
Till a point she paid no mind to the supper
She became so preoccupied with drinking that she didn't even pay attention to making dinner
Stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
I tried to stay positive and put on a brave face, but deep down I was angry and frustrated
Stayed on the groung once and a while
I had to sleep on the floor sometimes because we didn't have enough beds or space
First day of school
My first day of school
Never had nutin to style
I didn't have any clothes or accessories to make myself look good
Mister colondre stressin I ain't comin in a while
My teacher was worried and upset that I wasn't coming to school regularly
It was a bummber
It was a disappointment and a letdown
Rocking the shit I rocked all summer
I wore the same clothes I wore all summer, even though they weren't really suitable for school
On the first day I was feeling some kind of way
I was feeling a bit out of place and uncomfortable
And she wasn't trying to do nutin
My mother wasn't helping me or supporting me in any way
You would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or something
It would have made sense for my mother to try and help me with my schooling, but she didn't
Now I kno then was even harder
Looking back, I can appreciate how difficult it was for my mother to raise me on her own
Especially for a single mother
It was especially tough for a single mother to provide for her family and keep everything together
Raising me with no father
I didn't have a father figure in my life to help out
Shit living up in this tentament
Living in a cramped, run-down apartment building was tough
Eating stale m and m's
We had to eat old, stale candy because we didn't have much else
Talking wild shit to spanish imigrants
I got into fights and arguments with Spanish immigrants who lived near us
I speak in codes
I had to be careful about what I said and how I acted around certain people
Man to sivrence
When I did speak my mind, I spoke it directly and with conviction
Always quiet then ben dichon to my madre
I was usually quiet and kept to myself, but when I did talk to my mother, I was honest
Even thought she did nutin for me
Even though my mother didn't do much to help or support me
Acknowledge me as I run down my life story
She listened as I talked about my difficult life and experiences
You don't know how crazy it is outside
It's hard to understand just how difficult and dangerous the world can be
I die inside
It hurts me deeply to think about everything I've been through
Oh I've cried oh I've cried
I've shed so many tears over the years
Do you forgive me?? do you forgive me??
I'm asking for forgiveness for anything I might have done wrong
Check the skit
Listen to my story
No body never gave me shit
No one ever helped me or gave me anything in life
If anything a nigga frame me and make me get
If anything, people tried to set me up and make me look bad
3 to 6 my first bid
My first time in jail, I had to serve a 3 to 6 year sentence
No doubt up in sparfard
I was in Spofford Juvenile Center, a tough jail for young offenders
Had to be 12 son had to make a profit
I started hustling and selling drugs when I was just 12 years old
Remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt
I even robbed my own mother, without feeling any remorse
Eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
My diet was simple and limited, I ate whatever I could get my hands on
In school I smacked cats in a hurry
I was always fighting in school and getting into trouble
Moms didn't care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
My mother was more interested in drinking with her friends than taking care of me
On the first floor
We lived on the first floor of our building
I used to thrist for greenary
I longed for a more peaceful and natural environment
Picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street
I picked pockets with my friends Seth and Jay from 106th street
Yo fuck home
I was tired of my home life and wanted to get away
I'm tired of geting punched in my dome
I was tired of getting into fights and always having to defend myself
Tired of this faggot ass nigga moan
I was tired of hearing complaints and whining from certain people
That's when I started roaming
That's when I started traveling and exploring new places
My hustling game is deep
I'm a skilled and experienced hustler
Cats ya heard
People know about my reputation and my abilities
Ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg
I traveled all over the country as part of my hustling and criminal activities
Notorious tell ya friends spread the word
I've become somewhat famous and well-known in certain circles
Glorious my life story is obsurd
My life story is filled with wild and absurd events and experiences
Home from elmira
I'm back home from Elmira Correctional Facility, a tough prison in New York
Got a little writer
I've started writing and documenting my experiences
I'm gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver
I'm going to be honest and truthful in my writing, but I'm still a hustler and schemer
Recognize the struggle live it like a thug do
I acknowledge the difficulties and struggles I've faced, and continue to live my life as a tough and street-smart person
Hatred in my heart but inside I love you
Even though I might feel angry or resentful towards certain people, deep down I still care about them
See no matter what I will extend my arms to hug you
I'm willing to forgive and move past any hurtful experiences, and try to find love and reconciliation
Knowing I am just like you, I am like the double
I realize that I'm not that different from other people, and that we all have flaws and struggles
All I want to kno is how you pound me down
I want to understand why certain people might have hurt me or held me back
Yo this shit is real and you really jerked me around
I'm acknowledging the reality of certain situations, and feeling hurt or betrayed by others
But any way I am geting paid wit puff now
I've managed to find success and financial stability working with Bad Boy Records, run by Puff Daddy
I can cop you a house I can send you some stuff now
I want to help take care of my loved ones and provide for them now that I'm more financially stable
So many levels jail take you
Going to jail can have a serious impact on a person's life in many different ways
I appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you
Going to jail helped me realize just how important certain people in my life really are
I've been through fire and birth stone
I've been through difficult and transformative experiences that have changed me as a person
Used to be ???? not I cop the gem stone
I used to be a nobody, but now I have something valuable and special to offer the world
I remembered when you rushed me
I recall times when certain people might have hurt me or betrayed me
The time you said you should of flushed me
I remember when someone might have told me they regretted having me in their life
I forgive you ma trust me
Despite everything that's happened, I'm willing to forgive and move forward with certain people in my life
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CRAIG DAVID ROSS, GERRY DEVEAUX
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