For My Son( Anti Thug Preparation)
these people are bugged
I ain't trying to raise my son to be no thug
end up somewhere gasping for air coughing up blood
over some beef in a club
a chick or some drugs
son this world is cold you Better keep your thinking cap snug
be observant when nescesary challenge the grain
exercise your brain and still stay nice with those thangs
to GOD I pray you never have to cock and aim
but some folks don't believe that fire is hot until they're engulfed in flames
analyze life eliminate the bullchit
I been down the road to nowhere son thats a wasted trip
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