A Gangstas' Cry
I've cried many nights, many daysPondering, wondering how I'm suppose to get paid
How am i to feed my family, I can't find a job
I mean everyone struggles, but this shit is hard
So I pause
Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned
I know I'm dead wrong, but somebody's got to win
I have a family Lord, akid and a wife
I'm willing to sit behind bars for them, the rest of my life
Yea that's right
I'm a gangsta, I'm from the hood, this is what I know
And even though it's in my mind, I still can't let it go
Behind all of this there's a purpose, my baby needs milk
We rest on a naked matress, nothing dressed in silk
This shit is real
It's not my fault, my mother smoked crack
Tossed me in a dumpster, and didn't turn back
See I was born into this, for this I didn't ask
So tell me if it were you, could you handle that
I wear no mask
I've cried many nights, many days
Contemplated on how to get money, so many ways
Filling out application after application, they're all denied
It's because of a cold world, that a gangsta cries
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