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Bury me deep in gangsta city. Place a six point star across my chest. And a blue flag on my left wrist. Then tell king David I did my best. White castle here I come, up in tha blue sky. Look at me David, I’m glad I died. Yea I’m a gangsta, until I die. In heaven I’ll still bang, I tell no lie. Look at me now, I cant wait to die.
Dive into the gritty underworld of verse with these 17 captivating gangster poems. They unravel tales of life’s dark alleys, passionate love entanglements, and the inevitable dance with death. Experience the raw emotions and vivid imagery that only the mob’s muse can inspire. Read on, if you dare.
13 wrz 1994 · Send That Crab Off to Die Lyrics: : / Now as I'm maxin', relaxin' at the pad / I'm mad smokin' on the fifty sack, on the phone with the Gangsta Wack / He said he had a lick for some birds, I said...
13 wrz 1994 · Can't Stop, Won't Stop Lyrics: Can't stop, won't stop / Can't stop, won't stop / Can't stop, won't stop / C-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops / Blood in, blood out / Steppin' up in my...
26 kwi 2024 · Bloods & Crips Lyrics: Ehi, Baby Gang / Niente Blood, niente Crips, giro con una Glock / Dentro il Bronx con la stick, con i cops, con i G / Non ho manco un opps, sono RIP / Quelli che mi...
3 sty 2022 · Crip ecologies asks us what happens in these jarring moments: How do we, in these harsh pivots, persevere? How do we flail and hold our grief in our marrow? As a poet, I have to inquire, where does the grief and longing go and how do we store it?
25 maj 2014 · Crips and Bloods, incarcerated to extinguished people of their decisions; yet fathomed to persuade the crusaders of their sicken blue color sins. Crips and Bloods, you call the devil's seven deadly sin kin, those hippies and rolling stoners, the seven princes of hell within. Crips and Bloods, y'all Cali boys straight from Canton and
