“Gangster for God”

“Yeah… this one’s for every grave I walked away from…” *(“Still here…”)

“Every hit I took… every loss I survived…” *(“Let’s go…”)

“God kept me breathing when the world tried to stop me…” *(“Uh‑huh…”)

“Time to tell it how it really went down.” *(“Real talk…”)

---

🎵 VERSE 1 — Born in the Crossfire (16 BARS)

Came in sick, lil’ baby on the edge, whole crib shaking like a warzone hit,

Death in the corner waiting on me, but I swung first — I never quit. (“Never!”)

Pops in a diabetic coma twice, whole house tense like a bomb about to blow,

Mama died fast when I was thirteen — pain hit hard like a steel‑toed blow. *(“Gone…”)

Sister got smashed by a neighborhood crackhead — rage detonated in my chest,

Mind went black, heart went iron, innocence gone, no peace, no rest. (“None!”)

Thirteen years a menace — dope slanging, gang banging, cold nights, cold streets,

Hope stealing, dirty dealing, every day felt like a war drum beat. (“War!”)

Pain in my blood, trauma in my bones, whole life felt like a battlefield,

Every step heavy like boots in mud, every wound something I never healed.

Anger in my lungs, violence in my pulse, darkness trying to take my breath,

But God kept whispering through the chaos, “Son, I’m stronger than death.”

I ain’t fold, I ain’t break, even when the world tried crushing my frame,

I rose up swinging like a lion unleashed — born in fire, raised in flame. (“Flame!”)

Every demon that circled my crib got met with a spiritual fist,

I survived what should’ve buried me twice — put my name on the survivor list.

---

🎤 HOOK — Holy Violence, Righteous Rage (8 BARS)

I’m a warrior of faith now — but I came from the flame,

Triple‑time heart like a fully loaded train. (“Full speed!”)

I survived every grave, every demon, every fraud,

Now I’m violent for righteousness — a gangsta for God. (“Gangsta!”)

Saved by grace, but I still walk scarred,

The war is spiritual — and I hit hard. (“HARD!”)

Armor on tight, and my stance on guard,

Devil want smoke? I hit back twice as hard. (“Swing!”)

---

🎵 VERSE 2 — Graves Made a Weapon (16 BARS)

Cancer took my sister slow — felt like watching a soul get pulled from the bone,

Two mothers in the ground — I carried that weight alone. *(“Alone…”)

Pops said, “Ain’t right to bury a child,” voice shaking like thunder in a cage,

Then he passed… two weeks later my brother — my twin in spirit — same rage. *(“Back‑to‑back…”)

Now I’m empty, aggressive, swinging at life like a storm unchained,

Pain forged me into a weapon — every scar another mark engraved. (“Weapon!”)

Stopped running with crowds — too many snakes in the grass,

Snitches talking just to talk, throwing dirt to save their own past. (“Lies!”)

I learned quick that loyalty rare, and truth get twisted by fear,

So I walked alone with a fist clenched tight, and a heart that refused to disappear.

Every night felt like a battlefield march, every sunrise another attack,

But God kept pulling me out the fire — wouldn’t let me fall back.

I’m a product of pain, but a s