The Diary of a Gangsta...
By The Untouchable One
::Tha Beginning::
When I began to walk on my feet, I first started to learn the streets
Livin through poverty, stugglin for money, always feelin hungry in my tummy
Im a Gangsta, I say it proud to astound the crowd,
But as a little child, I begin the prophecy,
Of remaining and displayin the peace I bring to tha streets
As a toddler, I had a good imagination, drew explicit gang sign incarnations,
Watch my daddy get lacarations from a a member of the black nation
Our own brothers with the same color killing each other
There I knew I would fight for survival, cant trust a nigga,
And cant live by the bible.
So mild, the cops let the crime run wild
Either they scared, or plain just dont care
So nomatter what I must fend for myself, so I aided my mom with her health
As she passed, I cried and gasped, at 5 yrs old I felt trapped,
And insisted with a knife to my throat to give my life back
::Formation of a Gangsta::
I fought to survive, everyday drugs consuming my life
Teenage years, but rugged and damaged and a horrible sight
I still fight, and I truly never knew wrong from right
So I never sweated taking a life when the occasion arrives
So forsaken, and I sat sometimes waiting, but death was delaying
I was staying, but why I never knew, but I became a gangsta as I grew
And found an attitude with a bad mood
Just the prelude to the rude obnoxious fueds I had with crews
Niggas would take my shoes, but I moved, slight and smooth,
And slowly took my rank above these fools
I grasped life, and when the sky went from bright to a dark night
I would strike, at every site I would leave a mangled body for surprise
People would die for simple lies...and I would stare them right in their eyes
Because being a gangsta meant I had to do it this way, born a stray...
Live to die everyday...so at my young age I simply got high and awaited my demise
::The Fall::
I felt I had it all, the drugs, power, and the law
Blinded by it all, I was living life through a straw
Simply put, I had no worries at all,
I felt I was invincible and Untouchable and would never fall
N' U could never tell me i was wrong
Because I felt the power, and I felt so strong
By reign lasted so long, I began to relax and go soft
But I was still energetic like a moth,
But I slouched, took advantage of my leather couch
And felt to protected with tha money I had to count
And like that is was over, life shortened like grass from a lawn mower
No gangstas, no heros, It was all sad, just cops and filled body bags
::The End::
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