heart of gold walking through the cold no were in the world I want to go sitting here breaththing screaming out no see the ganster in the coner he's so cold rapping about bitches boarder line hoes but that's enough of that I'm trying to tell you a story about a nigga dying gangster put behind bars no glory for something he didn't do wanna shoot this is fact spiting check the tacts and listen the ganster walked by to see cop a kill a nigga the cop lied on him so him time in a ten foot nine bar cell no rhyme no tear no piers to hang around 25 to life now that profound that tells u about life everyone goes down for a crime they didn't commit but they saw in town it proves you can't trust any sound