Gangsta cat was a trigger ready guy
He would do whatever to make men cry
When they reached him they gave a sigh
Wondered if it would be the day they’d die
\Written By: D. Collins 7/26/23
I'm going to tell all you people about a person I know.
A woman down for whatever way the party flows.
Sporting a beautiful smile, while fully locked and loaded.
Waiting for the time to have them fully exploded.
Then, there are times when she is so professional.
Or, play the Catholic priest at the Confessional.
Built for whatever and equipped to adjust.
If truly necessary, willing and able to bust.
I'm telling all of you people about a person I know.
She has God's good heart, and vengeance to-go.
Ain't that a mix? Some of the Good and the Bad?
The best woman any father wished he ever had?
Gangsta rap gone awry
Critics and fans ask why?
Artist say it's an open market
Parent's say they're young, and the target
Rappers write for the buck
Teens listen and buy for their luck
Rap music was once focused towards blacks
Now that it's multicultural, watch your back
Rappers on the west coast and east coast
It's about who's turn it's to boast
Purpose of the message is to negate
Politicians should take action and legislate
Young people take heed, get an education
Your leadership is vital, to this nation
Accept some advice, find another way
Gangsta rap gone awry
I can slide ,glide, and ride, and be so sexy
I can hypnotize,mesmerize,and be mighty hexy
I'm smooth to the grove with my spontaneous moves
I got style and class
and know how to dance in my magic shoes
I got nothing to prove
and nothing to loose
in what life I choose
I can be bold
and I can be cold
and still love with a heart of gold
Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, bumba boo
Shoot the police and
Shooby dooby doo.
Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, wumba woo
Shoot out on 42nd
Doo wacka doo.
Written By: D. Collins 12/13/16
Many Ganstas have plenty of love to give.
They just chose another path to live.
The love they dish out is so often tough.
Because the life they lived was rugged and rough.
They raise sons and daughters better than the next.
Some of the greatest fathers you’ve ever met.
They teach hygiene and value of the books.
Command respect by dawning a certain look.
For those who have a problem staying in their lane.
Some of us are Gangstas to the grave.
All a Gangsta asks is that you put in work.
Stay in touch, and forgive their dirt.
Circumstances dictated what they became.
That does not mean they don’t feel pain.
Just like any other, love is all they crave.
If it is not received, be Gangsta to the grave.
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There was a young man in the car, . the wannabe Gangsta by far
Born, West Indies, Barbados, now stop, with his Marley type style, dread locks
Gold teeth, shootah talk and striped socks but he was born near our local shops
With his Dude and his Rasta and Dredds and the talk that talked, man you hiss dedds
You are showing me non no nuff respects, as he posed in his rolled gold Gucci specs
Clicking fingers and walking like Jagger, speaking shotgun, knuckle duster and dagger
Says, hey man I will cut you a deal, this skunk you can buy for a steal
If you wanna drop snort something nice, I can magic a big rock of ice
But I knew that his blag was all talk and I said hey kid, Go, take a walk
You are talking a right load of pee, you are no more Jamacian than me
I wish with your spiel, you'd stop, you were born near our local shop
His family had
no idea
what it was he
was doing every
night
his mother
stayed up late
watching the
clock
but he was
on the block
and his glock
he’d cock
and wait
for fresh
bait
and on his flesh
a tattoo
of his soul mate
and one day
the Lord he found
and decided
to exit the game
and they took
his life
and no one
ever knew
his real name
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