Gangsta

We grew up in the Hell of the 'Hood',

If you lived on the streets, then you understood

That some of us might make it but others never would

Didn't matter if you could take it, it was bad versus good.

Johnny came to live with us when he turned 10

His mother died a pauper and his dad was in the Pen,

A hardened case of murder who was on Death Row,

So Johnny was an orphan with no where else to go.

We were just like brothers, Johnny and me

I was 8 and he was 10 and he looked after me.