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