Live..."Gangsta’s: Requiem"

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Live..."Gangsta’s: Requiem"

"It doesn't matter where you've been, your past doesn't define your future"

I walk through the streets, shadows stretchin’ long,
Where angels fear footsteps and sermons go wrong.
My soul’s in a trench, body draped in sin,
Another life in the cycle, another life lost within.

I stare at my hands—bloodstains won’t rinse,
Every thought got a memory, every scar got a price.
Momma’s prayers hit the ceiling, never made it to God,
While I’m out here playin’ jury and judge with a glock.

She said, “My baby boy gone,” yeah, I heard every word,
But the streets raised a gangster—now who’s to be blamed?
Teachers said “college,” I chose the street game,
Flunked in ethics, but aced in the flame.

Now I’m locked in this loop, like a curse in a rhyme,
Chasin’ clout like it's salvation, but dyin’ one line at a time.
They say peace don’t come with a clip full of steel,
But tell that to my cousin who got dropped at the wheel.

So I armor my heart, turn compassion to ash,
‘Cause mercy’s a weakness that gets buried in cash.
I ain’t startin’ no wars, but I finish ‘em clean,
Cross me? That’s curtains—permanently seen.

You don’t wanna spark me, I’m wired like a bomb,
One wrong phrase and your name’s on the lawn.
Yeah, the chalk outline’s art, and the sirens sing hymns,
While the reaper takes roll call and fate resets limbs.

I blink—back in the smoke, pistol kissin’ the sky,
Watchin’ stars through the barrel, askin’ why.
Why’s the Lord silent? Why’s the light so dim?
Why’s the only redemption found down the barrel of a rim?

But deep in the dark, when the gunfire’s gone cold,
I kneel by the curb, hands folded in gold.
Not prayin’ for riches, not prayin’ to win—
Just beggin’ forgiveness for the sins I’m in.

‘Cause I know every shot’s a soul pushed away,
Every brother I cursed was a child once, watched them sway.
We all from the gutter, same dirt on our shoes,
But the system’s a devil—feeds us hate, not the truth.

So we turn on each other, blindfolded by rage,
Trapped in a prison they built on our page.
We idolize killers, glorify pain,
While we launder our sins without gain.

I’m smart, I know math, but the facts been distorted—
No job, just a gun and a corner reported.
They called me a gangster, but who made the mold?
The schools that failed me, the cops that rolled.

Now I’m 23—ain’t see in 30,
But my legacy’s heavy, already carved in cement.
Can a wolf learn to purr? Can a demon repent?
Or am I just destined to meet my end?
One step from heaven, one slip from hell,
Livin’ this life like a curse in a cell.

They say “Change your path,” but the road’s full of mines,
And every “peace” talk dies in the lines.
So I spit these bars like a battle cry,
Hope wrapped in fury, truth dressed a lie.

We bleed the same blood, but the color’s ignored,
‘Til another body lies flat on the floor.
So I scream to the sky: Why can’t we see?
That the war we’re in—that the enemy…
Has always been us.