“I’m a gangster for real. I feel so damn gangster.” This is my mantra as I run on the mean paved trails of the River Valley. It doesn’t matter that I have the Nike+ ipod pedometer clipped to my left shoe or that the fanny pack slung around my waist emanates the sound of clanking keys,iphone and power gels; I am a gangster. This is a song you turn up when you’re trolling down Whyte in your Honda Fit and the Escalade next to you is thumping Rick Ross. It’s the anthem for the nerds who keep things strictly gangsta’. So flash your sign, drink your coffee and enjoy summer thug life. fo’sho.