Wen a gangster crys .. she crys in vein
terrible thoughts are so much pain
homies die ... many cry
still no signs and wonder y
gun blasts thru da cold night
we live day by day hustling n thugging
the gangster cry is a silent cry
we morn the ones we lost
the ones we lost by gun blast
we wonder how long in the game we will last
till that day ill smile now n cry later
