I hate when people talk about being a soilder, or gangsta, when they neva been it..what I rap, is what I live…”

so many ppl rap to sound hard, but wat they rap is bullshit//
I’ve fought wit tha bloods, n I rolled wit tha crips//
I’ve been known to roll dice n throw up a C//
I’ve busted a few girls and pushed 30 kis//
Many ppl don’t kno tha struggle, but I kno it best//
Bein gangsta aint wat its cracked up to be, neitha is tha cess//
Thug love, n gangsta tears, its so much more than that//
I had to wear a vest unda my shirt, n ride behind bullet proof glass//
I been involved in robberys, and aggravated assults//
I was there wen my bois shot at that nigga on tha corner of St.Marks//
I grew up in tha streets, n romed tha Morado projects//
All I knew was drugs, guns, tha color blue, and sex//
Had a gangsta as my boo, n a chrome handle in my pants//
I needed protection as I stood on tha corner, I had a thug stance//
Of course, behind every firm man, there stands a strong girl//
And wen he gets locked up, its her against the world//

How many times have you doubted someone’s pain//
How many times did you see a nigga get slain//
After every crime they did I’d shed a few tears//
I knew they get caught n be facin 20 years//

sometimes in tha morning wen i get out bed//
i think bout sum shit n try to ansa tha questions in my head//
i try to think about wat i wuld b like if i neva them in my life//
i wuldn’t have to wait for tha mail on tuesday nights//
the envelopes wouldn’t say State County Correctionals//
I wulnt have tha memories of me n u gettin sexual//
I aint flow for a minute coz my niggas been gone//
but ever since then, i been lookin for a reason to move on//
They was tha reason i started, n tha reason i stopped//
we'd go on for hours, each battle we topped//
jus gettin better n better, i miss them times//
up till 6 i tha mornin, jus sayin tha lines//
we'd go for 16 bars n sum times 30//
talk about life n tha niggas that did him dirrty//
now that he's gone, wat do i do//
he left me without a rap to make a come back to//
i needed motivation to make my flows sounds tight//
i needed a plan so that I culd live right//
holdin a mic again, gives such an adreniline rush//
kinda like tha way i felt, wen u gave me ur touch//
thru all this time, im still wit u boo//
I wish these ppl knew tha pain I felt wen they took u//

How many times have you doubted someone’s pain//
How many times did you see a nigga get slain//
After every crime they did I’d shed a few tears//
I knew they get caught n be facin 20 years//

*HOOK/ SAMPLE FROM ROYCA DA 5’9’’ “LIFE”*
“There will be trials and tribulations
But don't let them, don't let them, don't let them bring you down
I said you better keep going to your destination
After your darkest hour the sun will come around”

“bein gangsta, isn’t an image or a style of music, it’s a way of life…theres the good n bad, theres the ups and down…but one thing there isn’t is a way out…”

nice drop homie.I feel u on dat 'evry1 wanna be a gangsta' sh!t.But u go ahead and tell it like it iz.Keep postin Stay ^
-Avi

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