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7/12/02



A Modern gangster’s life isn’t always strapping a tech nine.
 Or a drug deal gone bad, sometimes you gotta walk the straight and narrow. 
Walk a thin line.
It’s the lyrics, words of the heart, livin life where you come from 
is the start.
Fancy cars, the bling, bling, girls wit lotta back natures been good to them, nothing do
they lack.
It’s part of what livin in the ghetto brings, chillin in the street
That’s bout what the life a modern gangster sings.	
Thirteen years shiftin through life to greet, thank God Almighty for survival tactics
happy to see sixteen.
Lord knows college is where me and my homey’s should meet.
Never understood the old fashion way, and I still don’t today.
Thank you momma for takin me to church to learn the word, and how to pray.
Had to, couldn’t get away.
A modern gangster life is where you’re reborn, grow up fast now my child is conceived, and
I’m half way torn.
I never wanted to know what goes on outside the hood, not thinking bout my future like I
know I should.
Every night pray to God, bout this tragedy, this mishap but statistically society won’t
believe in me.
The one thing I’m sure of and I know I will, raise my shortie and continue to pay my bills.
Look for closure and someday move out the hood with my modern gangster mentally corrupting
me still.
I’ll stay a modern gangster cause of where I breathed and lived, cause I love where I’m
from and I want to give, back to the foundation where I could’ve continued live. Sharin
the love plastered in my heart deeply for my life and my homey’s to divide. 
Won’t stop now that I’m on my way, will continue with my debt
For a modern gangster’s life is where I’ll neva stray.

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