Gangsta's Story

I don’t know that joining a gang will give me such fun.
my reason was to earn fame and respect.
I always wear my favorite jersey with the word “Boglee Boyz” written at the back of it
Those silver accessories that I wear, the earings, the necklace and the rings
And how can I forget my favorite cortez that made me look more nasty
I love to hear them saying “Ang angas mo pre”
And with my “home boyz” calling my nickname, brings a smile on me
Fu*king girls very wild in their mini skirts and drugs always satisfy me….
Having our own laws to rule our territories, where everyone is required to slang…..
Feared and respect, but also hated by many.
My revolver serves as my toy
For every gang war we encountered,
And stabbing our enemies with my knife brings happiness to me
And for every drops of blood that fell from our enemies’ body,
Gives me a feeling of joy and satisfaction.
The sound’s created by the guns is music to my ears.
I loved to see our foes kneeling & begging for their life while pointing my gun on their head.
I don’t even bother if one night I will get killed in a gun fight
The only things that bothers me is that one day I will be forgotten by my homies
This is the life I wanted ever since and I know that
My homies and I will never be apart for I am a “GANGSTER” at heart!....