A THUG’S LIFE
I come alive when the soles of my Nike Airs
Touch down on the concrete.
It’s time to get that money,
I’ve got the wind beneath my feet.
No fear in my heart,
Ice water in my veins.
Walking through the shadows of darkness,
I feel no pain.
This game is all that I live for,
Yet my conscience calls out for so much more.
No friends, only potential enemies,
My mind is constantly at war.
Looking over my shoulder,
never knowing what to expect.
Relying on this piece of steel, tucked in my dip,
to keep these haters in check.
The women, they love my gangsta, when they hear my name ringing on the block.
It’s amazing what some people will do, scheming and plotting to take my spot.
I’m getting tired of the rat race,
Living life at a fast pace.
I need to find a way out,
Before I wind up catching a case.
Niggas might not understand,
But it’s time for me to be my own man.
My life is passing me by,
I gotta come up with a plan.
I’m willing to accept all of the consequences,
Letting my actions speak louder than words.
Seeing the pain in my mother’s eyes,
A cold feeling she surely doesn’t deserve.
I’m filled with the worst self-hatred,
Resenting the man that I’ve become.
The guilt keeps me humble,
Because I understand that what is done is done.
In my heart, I’m looking for a change,
but my soul is consumed by all the scars.
On my knees, I pray to God,
Hoping that he frees me from these mental bars.
This Is A Thug’s Life
