1950 - 1960 xx - Gangsta's Paradise | Текст песни

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• 1950 - 1960 xx
• Gangsta's Paradise

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's much left
Cause I've been blasting, laughing so long that
Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone

I really hate to trip but I gotta look
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light

Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise

Power in the money, money in the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour

I'm a locked out gangsta set trippin banger
And my brothers is down so don’t arouse my anger

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise