Wish I Was A Gangsta

I wish I was a gangsta I wish I was a thug fuck it I just wish my heart was cold enough that I could spit blood... that I could draw blood... cause I'd hunt those bastards down and kill them if I could.

All these fake muthafuckas rappin' about all the dirt they've done... just give me the heart of one of those fictional creations... just one.... and this crime would be solved, this story would end.... fuck you nigga, game over, the end...

No sneak ups or drive bys, not a mask in sight; slice and dice and serve them in broad day light; no jury to convict me, vindication is what serves me... an eye for an eye a life for a life...

If I was a gangsta who would ride with me tonight?

If I was a gangsta his death would not be in vain

He would not lie there for all of us to see, marveling on the reason he was slain

I want to be a gangsta...just for a moment lord grant me a heart that cold, that I be so bold to defy your laws and snatch the life of the bitch that threw a fit and ended his...

Give me this one thing, the opportunity to be just like he who I most despise in this moment... just one second alone to chat with him... and fuck it you don't have to make me a gangsta

It will be much worse dealing with me as she, who has seen her little cousin that - she has shared years and tears with - lying in a coffin while his mother crys over him.... oh no... then I wouldn't need to be a gangsta to remind them...a cousins love would be enough to make me avenge him...



Wiser
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