I was born a bastard
On the lower East Side of Brooklyn
New York
In the Green Point Historic District
I grew up in Brown stones
Apartment Style homes
They saturate all of Brooklyn
My so called Dad was a book keeper
For the mob
My mother wore gotti hairdos
Like most Italian mothers did in those days
My brother whom was a few years older
Became a mob associate
At in early age
My sister became the neighbor hood whore
She always rebelled
Against my dad
For making her abort in un-wanted baby
In for seeking future
Child support
I became a young bad ass
After my father was outed for
Homosexuality
He was exposed from a known informant
I rebelled at first
Then I said fuck my dad
Punk
I was going to be a gangsta anyways
With his blessings
Or not
One day I am going to be a real
Mob boss
With my own crew
That looked up to me as a king
Cadillac\'s, gotti rings, automatics machine guns
A mob crew that steal things
This is my future ambitions
I don\'t see nothing else
But this
Gangsta shit
My hopeless life is already
Planned out for me
My mothers hairdo\'s are taller then me
My older brother is a
Gangsta
Like I want to be
Next month is my birthday
I\'ll turn
12 years old
I hope they initiate me into the crew
Then I can finally
Tell all my friends I am
A gangsta