The Life of a Thug
I live a life of
poverty.
Crucified for the
color of my skin.
Minimum wage
ain't pay ****,
so I resort to a
life of crime...
Victimize all who
become my prey.
I didn't choose
to live life this way,
but society has turn
me into what they
profile me to be...
A menace to society.
I'm a thug raised
in the streets,
where one wrong
move will get you
shot.
Cross me once,
and that's your life
son.
I live by the gun,
and I will die by
one.
Written by: Poet Shi
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