Gangster lifestyle
Tasteless money, has become like honey
Drugs and all, makes them fall.
No selling of honey
and you will taste no money.
A life gone in a moment, killed by the man
You didn’t serve him; he takes a life because he can.
A gun and a pill, they use at will
No regard for a life, or a wife
They take a pill, and rape a girl
Fatherless boys, motherless girls
They live a life of drugs and pills.
Violence is the order of the day,
you respect them, but they kill anyway.
They live like an animal,
they see their own as disposable.
Life means nothing at all,
whether you stand or fall
Once a gang member,
you are going to have to remember
A life of violence and drugs,
means becoming one of these thugs.
Once you purpose is fulfilled,
there will be nothing but your blood that’s spilled.
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