Gang Banger

by Thomas   Aug 30, 2012


Street is life
and life is the street
It don't mean nothing
'till the earth crumbles under your feet

Little homie I was
growing up in the hood
Every day struggling
Always hunting for food

Dad wasn't around
so I needed to find another
Couldn't be disciplined
not even by my mother

Brother was already in.
Just another factor
But the lust for money
was the biggest actor

Gang-life looked so glamorous
getting girls and waving guns
Partying and smoking drugs
Life as easy as it comes

Then my bro got shot
laying in his own blood
Getting revenge was all
that my mind understood

Grabbed my gun
and strapped on my bandanna
Acting on instinct
Like a monkey chasing a banana

Chased the fools
and took their life
Got busted soon after
and sentenced to life

Now I sit here
behind steel bars
Getting respected by others
for all the battle scars

But they don't get it
No one ever understood my anger
And to the system
I'm just another gang banger

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  • 11 years ago

    by One Man Clan

    Hey this is great brother
    it really is, In a way you remind me of my self when i first started to write poetry, I was aiming for something exactly just like this,
    this can be sung and I advice you to keep on spiting
    as long as you keep it real
    I <3 the content of this write as much as i love the rhyme, to talk about the ghetto and the hardship's that follow, To hold the system accountable for keeping us subservient instead of self-determined, Focusing on killing each other instead of aiming for a better life,
    I have much respect to anyone who have lived under the same circumstances
    Stand your ground and make a statement
    You truly done the job and inspired
    5/5

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