Gangster Paradise
Coolio(Michelle) You wanna tell me what this is all about?
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
and realize there's nothing left
coz I've been blastin and laughin so long, that
even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
but I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
you better watch how you're talking,
and where you're walking
or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but i gotta, loc
As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
on my knees in the night,
saying prayers in the streetlight
been spending most their lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
keep spending most our lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
keep spending most our lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
They got the situation, they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life,
I was raised by the stripes
so I gotta be down with the hood team
too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banger
and my homies is down
so don't arouse my anger, fool
death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24
the way things are going I don't know
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
been spending most their lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
Power and the money, money and the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
everybody's running,
but half of them ain't looking
what's going on in the kitchen,
but I don't know what's kickin'
they say I gotta learn,
but nobody's here to teach me
if they can't undersstand it,
how can they reach me
I guess they can't,
I guess they won't
I guess they front,
that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool
been spending most their lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives,
living in the gangsta's paradise
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Coolio’s song “Gangsta’s Paradise” is a testimonial of what life is like for an African-American male growing up in the ghetto. Such problems were real life issues for Coolio himself being born and raised in Compton, California.
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death/I take a look at my life and I see there's nothing left" — I freestyled that; that came off the top of the dome and I wrote that down. I thought about it for a minute, and then I wrote the whole rest of the song without stopping, from the first verse to the third verse. You know, I like to believe that it was divine intervention. "Gangsta's Paradise" wanted to be born; it wanted to come to life, and it chose me as the vessel.