We live on the edge
We be knocking some heads
We be paralyze
And have a mouth full of diamonds
We know what to do
As the smoke fill the room
We feel in charge
We ride
And sometimes we die
But this is our life
When we do ride you can hear us coming a mile away as our car be bumping
We keep the elixir
We keep the heart
Cause this is a gangster life
tierra fisher
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gangsta-heart/
