Plastic Gangsta

(Alan Evans)

A story of a fake wannabe gangster.

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Thinks he’s a gangsta coz he’s packin heat
Talking the talk chics at his feet
Got some sychophantic kid carrying his stash
Buys lots of bling from pockets full of cash 

But he’s a fake just a plastic gangsta 
Clueless t*** he’s just a wanka 
Thinks he’s the man coz he sells snow 
Got a couple of kids working a grow 

He lives the life or so it seems 
Making money off other people’s dreams 
But he’s a clown a real no-hoper 
Butt of jokes called a two-bit doper 

But he’s a fake just a plastic gangsta 
Clueless t*** he’s just a wanka 
Thinks he’s the man coz he sells snow 
Got a couple of kids working a grow 

Drives flash cars to create an impression 
A line of Charlie for his depression 
The only time he feels secure 
Is when he’s home behind his door 

But he’s a fake just a plastic gangsta 
Clueless t*** he’s just a wanka 
Thinks he’s the man coz he sells snow 
Got a couple of kids working a grow 

Gives it large when he’s out and about 
Pretends he’s the one who has got the shout 
But he’s just a front for the man with clout 
Now he can’t get off this roundabout 

But he’s a fake just a plastic gangsta 
Clueless t*** he’s just a wanka 
Thinks he’s the man coz he sells snow 
Got a couple of kids working a grow
© Alan Evans 2018