He never listens to authority. Shrugs off the warnings by his momma, She cries as she tells him that he's gonna die. Why, because he hangs with the thugz. They tell him he'll be their dogg 'til death. He cares only about himself, He looks in the broken mirror as he puts his do-rag on. He rolls through the streets at midnight, Guns shots ring throughout the empty streets. He turns the curb, His brother lying on the ground. He gets out of his car, Holds his brothers head in his arms asking the lord why. Blood is on his shirt and his hands. He walks home and tells his momma that he's givin' up the thug life and tells her he loves her and hugs her. That is a real bad boy.
Reason for writing:
This is THUG LIFE.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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