Hahaha, Yes i used to write raps

He was a real good rapper. This guy was a genius, with making songs. We made our own beats with special studio programs, and then he rapped on them. This guy was goodddddddddd. He performed on parties. I myself didn't had to guts to rap in public, and he was the real rapper. I was the graffiti writer. We spend hours and hours, finding samples we could use in the songs. Small bits of sounds here and there. Those times were special for me. We shared a special bond. I miss the guy..... We hanged out all day long. 24/7 Just hanging out on the streets. Partying, chiling. Everybody in the city knew us. I saved his life a couple of times. He was one of the closest people i ever had. We were always laughing, having fun.
When i turned muslim, he freaked out and broke the friendship. I still don't understand why, as he respected my research. Suddenly he made a fight and didn't want to do anything with me. I didn't understand. My heart was broken. But i believe now God did this, so i would brake away from the weed smoking and drug-world. And i became 'to' righteous, as i didn't like this lifestyle anymore, so that also became a wall between us. Still i miss him, he went back to portugal. I lost the number from his parents house. I tried to find him. He had to much attitude, but that was created as he came from the ghetto's of portugal. So i never bothered me as i could see through it, but most people couldn't, so he got himself in trouble after our friendship was broken. He left and took with him all the songs. I don't have anything left except pictures of us.
We almost like, lived together 24/7 for 2 years. I wunder how he is. I hope that when i'm more busy with Quran alone in the open, and maybe get some coverage, he sees me on tv or inn a magazine, and maybe contact me, or i hope him to see in his own videoclip.
As for the website, just check my profile. We are changing the whole site, as this was only a simple version. So in a couple of months Godwilling it will have more and look better.
Peace