My Life as a Gangster

To Whom it May Concern,

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left. Especially because I've been blastin' and laughing so long that even my mama thinks that my mind is gone.

But I mean, I ain't never crossed a man who didn't deserve it. He be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.

And you better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking. Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk.

Love,

Em Lawrence