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| I never grew up I was born grown and grew down!!! The oldest I get the dumbest I get... U can say that my life is fucked... I went from brother and a freind to a theif and a lier... I lost all my homies over cocaine, I'll probably be an old man before I understand, why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand, Ain't shed a tear since the old school years, of elementary I dont get along with my dad, and plus my mom is gone, and now I'm labeled as a thug nigga, trouble maker... Smokin weed, stealin money, killing my foes, that's the life I live... Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me, Im tired of the stress and the pain... Hell im a nigga from the gutter... I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm half white... my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch...I got love for my freinds but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see each other as freinds instead of distant strangers... Fuck the world if they can't understand me What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin self... Years and years of strugglin all my life, perhaps I was addicted to the dark side Some where inside my childhood I got fucked up... My dad asked me will I change? I tell him yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same, I don't hang around the house much, this all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit. Ain't flashed a smile in a long while, my attitude got me walkin' solo. Who can I trust in this cold world? To live my life as an Outlaw all alone. Remain strong in this planet full of haters. Many things learned in prison, Trying to earn every penny that I'm gettin, I went to school but I failled. And left the house cause my dad says I'm good for nothing, so I'm out. My only friend is my misery. I got shot and stabed a lot of times but I'm still breathing, heres proof there's a God if you need a reason, and I believe in my own fate will I live my life in the right or the wrong way... Ain't no love, no mercy and no friends... Live my life as an outlaw. What could be worse? Cause maybe if I tried to change... Who am I kidding? I'm a thug till I die, Im not your average dealer. West side, outlaw, badboy killer, heh, I was raised "fuck this life"... I pray the Lord, my soul to take As God as my witness When Thugz Cry Sometimes it's hard The cops wanna see me buried, I ain't worried, smoke a pound of marijuana so I know it ain't long. I don't know what it is that has me acting all crazy like that? I guess it's just my mind? And how I been poorly treating!!! Shit, I ain't got no other way, It ain't no mystery, you get what you give.. Feel me, What comes outta that, I can't tell you that. They wanna see us dead. Try and see me in chains. Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell. Got my pistols loaded, run the whole mutha fucken block, fuck the cops, the police so scared of us, we run these streets.This ain't livin. It's similar of a prison im trapped in, I watch my back 24-7, nigga u know... Livin in the world of crime tonight, yeah thats the life I live everyday. By the way I aint going back to court nor jail so fuck what u thought. I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me Muthafuckers all runnin and duckin I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality Armed with missiles, guns, grenades, pull out the pin free I'm coming Got my pistols cocked run the whole motherfuckin block, fuck the cops we run the streets nigga HEH... Who can I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a pistol by my own brain Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To life my life as an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas It ain't no mystery, you get what you give Feel me What comes outta that, I can't tell you that Maybe it's the thug in me Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery That came to pass The hard times Can make a true friend afraid to ask For currency But you could run to me when you need me I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shi we see It's a small thing through and true What could I do? Real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call the cops Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time
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