Wanted to be the boss,
A gang i joined,
Selling drugs and dopes,
Trying making my way to the top,
Its a fast way to go up,
All the danger i faced,
Tired of being tied with ropes,
Money aint enough,
Started killing all those in my way,
No one cares,
A young boy die,
We are born in the projects,
Good people died and never remembered,
Police chasing us in pursuit,
Thrilling the neighborhood with gun fire,
Am the kingpin,
I wear an expensive suit,
I shall be remembered,
Thinking i am the king,
That will never die,
Betrayal at the end,
Betrayed by your own so called friend,
Nine shots fired at my head,
I see an angel with shiny wings,
Am gone from the world,
Gang aint the right way,
The truth should be told.
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