Being a Thug Is Not All Its Cracked Up To Be

when i was young i was a thug only the streets showed me love my homeboys rolling up blunts drinking fourties every saturday we would be in a fight sometimes guns would be pulled and shot i went to jail for thirty days it was hell shooting in a occupied dwelling it was a rap in jail i fought with the inmates i was a troubled youth lost and confused i thought getting drunk and shooting it out was cool seen my homeboy get his guts cut out by a hawkbill knife it almost cost him his life then i thought to my self where is this getting me beside jail and the grave i had a change of heart if not for that i would not be here today mom told me to be wise but her wisdom i despised being a thug is not all its cracked up to be