Gangster At Heart

I am a hoodlum,
Gangster at heart,
My streets and me,
Can't be set apart.

These are my homies,
Known as my dogs,
When there is beef,
It's them I call.

This is my gun,
Known as my piece,
Just cross my path,
Your life will cease.

I sell my drugs,
To get my loot.
Some I can smoke,
Drink, sniff, or shoot.

Just fashion clothes,
It's what I style,
Just crazy ho-es,
To drive me wild.

I got my cars,
I live the life.
Don't give a f-ck
I'm nothing nice.

I'm an ex-hoodlum,
Gangster no more
Now I'm in jail,
I mop the floors.

Can't see my homies,
Don't see my dogs.
All I see now,
Is just four walls.

Forty to life,
Is what I got.
A six year old,
By accident I shot.

Don't have a gun,
Don't have a piece.
And from this cell,
Won't be released.

Three meals a day,
Thrown at my plate.
Some of the men,
See me as a date.

Some want to play,
Some want to pray.
Some want to learn,
Some want to rape.

Just blue clothes,
Is what I style.
Still have a h-oe,
His name is Kyle.

I lost my freedom,
I lost my name.
A government number,
Is what I became.