Gangsters got few friends and more fiends.
Such is the nature of life.
It's rare for a gangster to find someone to confide in.
In the streets, no place for confidence.
Not a trace of the rare innocence.
''Innocence is nonsense, in the streets''
Alliances forged on territorial expedience.
Trust will give you a deadly experience
I survived one madly in all my existence
Only vagabonds and tyrants not saints
Make it here
You watch my back
I watch yours
Till comes time to shoot you in the back
Talk about family....
Your family is the one who takes the bullet for you.
Either dead or wounded alive trust such.
Owe nothing to none and walk without fear.
No justice from the police
Just another authorized gang of enemies
Who don't hesitate to shoot.
So we shoot before they do.
Get caught, if you lucky in prison you will rot.
If not, they will give the electric chair
Life is only fair
Only serves you what you deserve
Pull the trigger first or face the grim ripper first
Death is an invited guest
It's what we use to live
What we all shall use to leave
Live by the bullet
'Shall die by the bullet
Just staying alive today
Only to die someday
My life feeds on blood
My tears are wiped by death
My fears are calmed by death
At the end it will be my death
I won't miss the earth
But I will miss the streets
Guns and ammunition
My way of retribution
In the face of intimidation
Those who intrude can end up dead
In case you didn't know
We ain't rude just avoiding the death bed
It's an insatiable thirst for power
Will do anything to quench it.
If you shoot a man
Make sure he is dead
Or he will return
Saying he rose from the dead
Shoot him in the head
Between the eyes.
To seal his fate
Avoid the deadly surprise.
To be cont'd...
An old poem of mine. Thought I should share it here.