{My brother wrote this...it's about him being locked up}
A Gangster?s Love of the Game
As I sit behind these concrete walls,
Lonely, watching the tears fall.
Thinking about the past, all my problems.
Hoping one day I can solve them.
Knowing friends don?t exist no more.
I?ll never see them walk through that door.
Not even one visit will I receive.
?Friend? is a word meant to deceive.
All the sorrow and pain runs through my veins.
Depressed, stressed out, like it?s pouring rain.
I can see my life run through my eyes.
The good, the bad, the painful cries.
Not knowing who?s next to snitch.
A so called friend, ain?t that a bitch.
On the outside: murders, beat downs and drugs.
Gangsters, O.G.?s, and those wanna-be thugs.
When I get out, there won?t be no love.
Because if you ain?t 6 feet under, you?re floating above.
Depending on your past, you might go to heaven.
But you know there ain?t no stopping my mac 11.
To my enemies, my foes, and my ?homies.?
Pull out your straps because you still don?t know me.
Once I get out, I?ll get you all back.
Because I?m a soldier ready to attack.
Didn?t you know that this is what I live for?
A gangster?s love of the game is what makes you search more.
A Gangster?s Love of the Game
As I sit behind these concrete walls,
Lonely, watching the tears fall.
Thinking about the past, all my problems.
Hoping one day I can solve them.
Knowing friends don?t exist no more.
I?ll never see them walk through that door.
Not even one visit will I receive.
?Friend? is a word meant to deceive.
All the sorrow and pain runs through my veins.
Depressed, stressed out, like it?s pouring rain.
I can see my life run through my eyes.
The good, the bad, the painful cries.
Not knowing who?s next to snitch.
A so called friend, ain?t that a bitch.
On the outside: murders, beat downs and drugs.
Gangsters, O.G.?s, and those wanna-be thugs.
When I get out, there won?t be no love.
Because if you ain?t 6 feet under, you?re floating above.
Depending on your past, you might go to heaven.
But you know there ain?t no stopping my mac 11.
To my enemies, my foes, and my ?homies.?
Pull out your straps because you still don?t know me.
Once I get out, I?ll get you all back.
Because I?m a soldier ready to attack.
Didn?t you know that this is what I live for?
A gangster?s love of the game is what makes you search more.
