(Verse 1)
I know I ain’t no optimist, but yet I’m still in my prime!
Rolling out with the fellas & reefer shit is so divine.
Chalking up some game with some chicas who be looking hella fine.
Living our lives while our other brothers be serving time.
But that’s the life we chose, a mirrored reflection of the time we hold.
Is the soul transferrable?
Is our fate truly set in stone?
Is there a heaven for a G? Tell me; I’d like to know!
I feel the weight of the world; still, I carry it with pride,
Battling these demons that be creeping up inside.
The system’s rigged against us, but we hustle, we survive,
They want to see us fall, but we rise resiliently with our middle fingers held high!
Is there redemption for a sinner when the story’s already halfway told?
Do we answer for our sins when the universe implodes?
Questions in my mind as I walk this lonely road,
Still searching for the light, though my heart is turning cold…
But in this life, we were never guaranteed any fucking gold.
Good thing God created me a gangster cause gangsters are raised to be resilient and bold!
God created me a gangster who craved straight-up lyrism within my soul!
You have to hustle and grind, and you have to stay vigilant when they put you on parole.
You have to keep your head up and push through it, just like the late great Nat King Cole!
Pray no matter what, not just when things are feeling low!
God created you a gangster man, so start acting like it pendajo!