We chose the mob (intro)

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster
Shit ... Where I grew up, everyone wanted to be a gangster
But many are born male and not man
Kids wanted to shoot guns and dress hood
We wanted it to be impossible for us to walk in a room and for people to remain seated
We chose to be feared over loved
We chose to be envied rather than admired
We chose three piece suits and Smith n Wessons over tech wear and uzis
We chose the old school over the new school ways
We chose freedom over safety
We chose anger over sadness
We chose war over compromise
We chose to choose rather than to have to
نه دیگه این واسه ما دل نمی شه
We chose the mob