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Rap of A Gangster-Turned-Good
You and me, we're exactly the same
Blank slates until someone fills up the page
Treat me bad and I'll treat you worse
Nothing more than what you deserve
Acts of cruelty, they're a play we rehearse
Never moving forward, we're stuck in reverse
You and me, we're two sides of a coin
We were fused from fire, from where earth and hell join
This our vicious existence
We're rebels, revolutionaries showing resistance
You and me, I don't see a f*cking difference
We're the lost generation, we're bad to the bone
Distant and cold, it's like we were carved from stone
We have no limits, we're capable of anything
Are you listening, God? You reading these words that we're penning?
Yeah, we're capable
But are we culpable?
Is it really our fault if this fate is inescapable?
You and me, it's like we're the same person
Whoa back up, can you handle what we're serving?
Yeah lock me up. Do you want my family's situation to worsen?
Why are we like this, what happened when we got out of college?
Our pain is what we are forced to acknowledge
How did we get here?
Well, what did we choose?
When did deep conversing at night go to having drunk conversations?
I think it's because our egos needed inflation
And the only way to do that, to us, was to chase our own damnation
Now we gotta catch our breath, get back our orientation
Yeah, whatchoo talkin' 'bout? Whatcha mean "gangsta nation"?
I don't wanna be here, get that drink away from me!
Hey man I thought we were friends!
Yeah man we are, I just don't want to do this
What are you, a wuss?
Go to hell dude I'm outta here
I don't want this to be my life
Whoa don't pull that on me, get rid of that knife!
Hey man it's the thug life
Wait no ma-
You were in too deep! Why'd you make me do it, huh? We coulda been kings! But now I'm on a throne and you're in the ground!
*I choke on my own blood, trying to make a sound*
You done good, hombre. You are a real Blood now...