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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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