All across the country gangsters go to sleep,
lay down their heads turn over and start to weep
if they can push through it then so can I,
lace up my high tops one step at a time.
This is why people kill themselves,
so this is why gang members rap!
Who do I have to hurt to get some fortune some fame,
it’s hard to see with 24 carats in the way…
now there you go driving slow and riding low,
a thug life,
a quick death,
a rolling stone is only good for a sling the same way a
tanks designed to crush bodies. I’ll ride my bike until I’m
tired enough to sleep until then(x2)
In the ghetto I’ll travel by streetlight, possibly kill those I
encounter adapt and grow,
I shall not falter, persevere and remain triumphant.
Carry one color forward and hold my own- block by block.
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