Gangsta life

Intro)
Yeah…
From the block where the sirens sing lullabies,
Where the truth got a price and the strong survive.
(Verse 1)
Born where the streetlights flicker like hope do,
Sidewalk cracks where the cold wind blow through,
Mama prayed hard, pops never stayed long,
Learned to turn pain into words in a gray song.
Corner store lessons, dollar dreams thin,
Fate on dice, let the hard times spin,
Crew on my back, loyalty stitched tight,
Shadow in the day, moving silent at night.
Sirens harmonize with the beat of my chest,
Life’s a chess game, every move a test,
From the stoop to the booth, I was built to survive,
Ink bleed truth every time I arrive.
(Hook)
Concrete crown on a king with scars,
Dreams still shine through the prison bars,
From the gutter rise, now the whole world see,
A gangster’s life made a poet of me.
Hands in the sky if you feel that grind,
Every dark road got a light you can find,
We don’t fold, we grow, we strive,
Turn that pain into power — that’s how we survive.
(Verse 2)
Hood tales echo in the bassline knock,
Time don’t stop, just race that clock,
Lost some brothers to the fast lane curse,
Pour a little out, let the pain disperse.
Never glorify what the streets can take,
Seen hearts turn cold, seen souls just break,
But I built my lane out the rubble and dust,
Turned “never enough” into lyrical trust.
Now the spotlight bright but I carry that night,
Every bruise, every scar still part of the fight,
From a fist full of rage to a mic in my hand,
Made a vow: feed the fam, take a stand.
(Hook)
Concrete crown on a king with scars,
Dreams still shine through the prison bars,
From the gutter rise, now the whole world see,
A gangster’s life made a poet of me.
Hands in the sky if you feel that grind,
Every dark road got a light you can find,
We don’t fold, we grow, we strive,
Turn that pain into power — that’s how we survive.
(Bridge)
Yeah, we more than a headline, more than a case,
More than a number they file away,
We the voice of the blocks they ignore,
Still standing tall when we could’ve hit the floor.
(Outro)
So I rap for the kids on the same cracked street,
Let ‘em know every loss ain’t defeat,
From the corner to stages worldwide,
A gangster’s life — but the dream still alive.

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