It all started when a boy was ten,
In the land of Ganglandia no pretend.
He wanted to become a grown up,
Wasn’t all very bright to grow enough.
Uptown and downtown,
The rules were around.
Saying how come we do this?
Man, doesn’t him own it to be his?
Just be aware of whom your around,
Clowning around goons are in towns.
Boys are swagger and hustling,
Many are bad and troubling.
Trust me this is Ganglandia,
This is the land that doesn’t give a fuck.
How’s this going this way you ask?
Ganglandia is the best for an attack.
Hustlers here and there,
What do they even care?
They are hustling with guns,
Very big ones.
Just as a kid name Federico,
He’s a kid from Puerto Rico.
Swagger in all his age,
Doesn’t wanna rap on a stage.
Ganglandia is frightful to some,
Many kids have to be fearsome.
With bling and teeth gleaming,
Many gangsters are dreaming.
How come Ganglandia is what it is?
More and more crimes to commits.
Hustlers have to say “Soo Woo”,
Any slang talking just to be cool.
How come you ask these questions?
Am I giving you my best bits of advice?
How come it all comes to criminals?
Hustlers have to commit to being animals.
Gangsters and Ganglandia is a match,
How many gangs have to become attached?
Just hustlers and gangs are young lil kids,
Oh, why my lord does it have to become this?
As this boy age of ten wanted to own a gun,
His mommy told him he ain’t the gangsta one.
So he snuck out a nine millimeter in his pockets,
He committed the crimes, got caught poppin gats.
Ready, aim, and fire he blows a little nine-year-old,
Like he ain’t gotta life to live and stories to be told.
Hey, don’t you judge a book by its fucking cover,
Might he have hated this kid since him a kindergartener?
Poetry