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Thuglife is a real thing, 
you got children out on the streets playing with guns, 
selling drugs and even going so far as to sell themselves for a little bit of money, 
thinking that it's cute to be down with the bloods, gd, crips, latin kings, and all the rest. 
Thuggin up is the way of life they say, 
but here I am as a witness that its not. 
I used to run with the gangs, 
thought that was hot, it was the stuff. 
Friends got shot and I didn't care at the time. 
Was a runaway from foster care, and 
got busted one day trying to be down with the gang life. 
Picked up for shoplifting because the old head told me to, 
Placed in a group home, pregnant, 
Was an evil young lady and just used to cuss everyone out. 
Placement showed me the way and showed me who God is. 
Used to get beat by the old head and thought that I deserved it, 
I was his property and that's how it went. 
Reality kicked in when I got sent to the group home, 
Old head left me even though he knew I was pregnant,
Said don't come back till you ready to handle the knifes again, 
I didn't play with the guns and glocks, I had knifes instead, 
I was glad when I got out and lucky that no one shot me when I did. 
It ain't usually that easy to get out of the thuglife, 
you either get jumped out or shot up and 9 times out of 10 
either way it goes you going to die, because 
you know they every move and they scared you going to 
snitch. Thuglife aint no joke its a real thing.

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