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.