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Thug Mentality

I used to live a life with out drugs and crime Now I’m sitting in a jail cell doing my time You look at me and all you see is a thug Yeah, I’m doing time and I look like a dirty rug I miss the outside world and my family Yeah, my mind is stupid, because I have “Thug Mentality” I wish I chose the right path, and fleed To begin a new life called I’ll succeed People told me the thug world wasn’t real I ain’t listen because I ran the streets and made the deal When I could have been in church ready for gods heal But I believed once I start its hard to quit Now Imma get out of here and start a new life Wait! That’s what they all say But I’m for real Why? My moms is home thinking about me Knowing she raised me better than my ways be I know she’s saying it’s her fault But really it ain’t, I am the one who got caught So from now on, I am a changed man I’m ready…well…I understand Why all those people tried to give me a hand For all those out there who think the thug life is for you THINK! Leave it alone before you hit the stage of “Thug mentality” And RECIVE A PLEA! SERVE A SENTENCE! AND MISS OUT ON THE REST OF LIFE!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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