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Title: Life of a Thug By Ras Joe Post by: Ras_Joe on November 08, 2003, 02:10:29 PM Life of a Thug
I'm crazy, misguided And Don't Give a f*** My Ways, My Walk, MY Talk Are Examples of My Don't Care Attitude That's Right I don't Care about Nothin Cause I'm Tough, Rough And the Weak on My Street Fear Me Yeah Man When I walk Down the Street Niggas Move But it ain't cause ah dah lastest groove But they Move Cause I am Nigga to Fear You see I ain't got no respect for nothin, Not Even Self Or Either the people Around Me Man I wear some grimy ass shit Cause I'm a grimy ass nigga And So Called Normal People Don't Understand Me But They'll Start to Understand When I pull the nine from my waist band and start to fire non-stop Pop, Pop, Pop A Brother Falls, A Sista Falls Then I run into the alley Thinkin Yeah Nigga Yah Did it But then the Sound of the Sirens Close End I'm alone with no friends And I start to feel afraid Now I'm Scared Oh Yes I'm Scared Cause I thought thug life was glamorous And then My Conscious Starts to Trap Me Oh Shit Oh Shit What Have I Done Thinking Before I did this Thug Life was fun Then I continue to run and I run Years later I finally awaken In A Jail Cell No Different From Hell And Ask What Could I have Done By Ras Joe Title: Re: Life of a Thug By Ras Joe Post by: Poetic_Princess on November 16, 2003, 11:46:15 AM Nice poem Ras, showing through your words that being a thug aint it all it is depicted to be and the consequences and hardships and punishment u face for takin on a role as a thug, Bless up Ras and keep em coming [smiley=2thumbsup.gif]
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