Thug Life
Dedication to Tupac Shakur
The life I live,
Is not always positive,
It's repulsive;
I try to eliminate the negative,
But trouble will always be the objective.
God bless the dead;
Sometimes I want to shoot myself in the head,
I rather endure pain instead.
Thug life is what I breathe,
Peace is what I need,
The police wants me to bleed,
Cause I'm the last of a dying breed.
I'm always misunderstood,
But that's okay;
I'm trying to do good,
How can I do that when there's no love in the hood,
Still, I strive to stay alive,
Doing all I could.
As I plan the escape;
For now, I'm trapped living the thug life with hate.
Copyright © Dyanand Heralal | Year Posted 2008
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