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Gangsta Heart
- **Gangsta Heart**
- (Chorus)
- I’m a gangsta with a broken chest, diamonds in the dark,
- Playin’ tough on the surface but I’m bleeding from the start.
- Put the strap on my jacket, but I’m holdin’ on to scars,
- Smoke and chrome, but underneath I got a gangsta heart.
- (Verse 1)
- Night drives, radio on, city glow like a stage,
- Eyes low, hollow jokes, got a script for every rage.
- Tattoos tell stories that I don’t even know the end of,
- Friends ghost, money talk, still I’m tryna find some love.
- Mama prayed for better, I prayed to numb the fear,
- Counted bullets in my mind till the whispers disappeared.
- Gold chain, heavy name, got me feelin’ twice as cold,
- Smile for the cameras, but my nights are uncontrolled.
- (Pre Chorus)
- All these vices got me feelin’ like a king without a crown,
- Cuffed to this lifestyle, I don’t know how to put it down.
- (Chorus)
- I’m a gangsta with a broken chest, diamonds in the dark,
- Playin’ tough on the surface but I’m bleeding from the start.
- Put the strap on my jacket, but I’m holdin’ on to scars,
- Smoke and chrome, but underneath I got a gangsta heart.
- (Verse 2)
- Late texts, missed calls, ghosts livin’ in my phone,
- Used to run with wolves, now I walk this world alone.
- Promised loyalty like currency that never paid,
- Faded photos in the glovebox, memories we made.
- I count nights like sentences, parole’s just a dream,
- Stackin’ paper, losin’ pieces of what I really mean.
- Told her “ride or die” but the engine died that night,
- Left me steerin’ through the static with the dashboard light.
- (Bridge)
- Ain’t no uniform for sorrow, no parade for the hurt,
- We parade the flex, bury the rest underneath the dirt.
- I trade my truth for silence, then I wonder why I ache,
- A king without a kingdom, just a man about to break.
- (Chorus —variation)
- I’m a gangsta with a broken chest, neon bleed the dark,
- Flexin’ hard for respect but I’m smashing from the start.
- Slide the visor down, hide the tremble of these scars,
- Chrome and smoke and hollow jokes —still that gangsta heart.
- (Outro)
- If you see me ridin’ lonely, don’t mistake my calm,
- I’m a storm taped to the steering wheel, breathin’ through the harm.
- Keep the crown, keep the chrome, I just want to feel whole,
- Gangsta’s just a label —underneath, I’m tryna find my soul.
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