Film Title competition

I was a kid growing
Up in fifties Brooklyn
But not before long
I was taken in.

I worked for a gang
With another
Cigarette selling
from the back of a van
Young men in organised crime
For a nickel and dime,

As I became older
I became a mafia soldier
Respected and hansom
Held an airport to ransom.

I started to dabble in the narcotic
Trade, and started to
run my own charade

In the end for the safety of my family
I grassed up all the fraternity.
Lived our lives under unknown name
For the FBI game.