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L.A. Gangsters '79
In the shadows of the city,
where the nights are long,
Whispers of the alleyways,
sing a dangerous song.
Neon lights are flickering,
casting ghosts in the dark,
Every corner tells a story,
every heartbeat leaves a mark.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Leather and chrome,
they ride through the night,
Brothers in arms,
ready for the fight.
Deals made in shadows,
trust is hard to find,
A dollar for a dream,
but the cost's intertwined.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Mama's crying softly,
as the sirens wail,
In a world of desperation,
where the strong will prevail.
But there’s loyalty in chaos,
a bond forged in pain,
In a city full of heartache,
love can still remain.
From the rooftops to the alleys,
the tension's in the air,
Every moment’s fleeting,
every glance a prayer.
But the hustle keeps on moving,
with a rhythm so raw,
In the heart of Los Angeles,
they’re breaking every law.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Raise a toast to the fighters,
to the ones who won't fall,
In the echoes of the sirens,
hear their haunting call.
Gangsters of L.A.,
their stories will remain,
In the heart of this city,
through the struggle and pain.
where the nights are long,
Whispers of the alleyways,
sing a dangerous song.
Neon lights are flickering,
casting ghosts in the dark,
Every corner tells a story,
every heartbeat leaves a mark.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Leather and chrome,
they ride through the night,
Brothers in arms,
ready for the fight.
Deals made in shadows,
trust is hard to find,
A dollar for a dream,
but the cost's intertwined.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Mama's crying softly,
as the sirens wail,
In a world of desperation,
where the strong will prevail.
But there’s loyalty in chaos,
a bond forged in pain,
In a city full of heartache,
love can still remain.
From the rooftops to the alleys,
the tension's in the air,
Every moment’s fleeting,
every glance a prayer.
But the hustle keeps on moving,
with a rhythm so raw,
In the heart of Los Angeles,
they’re breaking every law.
Living life on the edge,
crossing every line.
In the streets of the city,
where the danger's alive,
Fighting for survival,
just to stay in the grind.
Raise a toast to the fighters,
to the ones who won't fall,
In the echoes of the sirens,
hear their haunting call.
Gangsters of L.A.,
their stories will remain,
In the heart of this city,
through the struggle and pain.
Published 25th Nov 2024
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25th Nov 2024 7:43pm
All those who have a message to fight for, believe in a mission, strive for a life of meaning, refuse conformity to norms.. would struggle to survive.. would find themselves on the edge of a standard life.. suffering and pain would forge their souls.. they would develop a so strong bond as they align with each other's world.. A tribute of great worth! An immense pleasure to read you. God bless you.
25th Nov 2024 10:12pm
