No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it's hard to carry on when, No one loves you.

Thug Life to me is dead.

While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.

I believe in God. Whatever supposed to happen supposed to happen. But I can not live in a jail cell. That's why I don't rob people and stick up people.

I'm responsible for what i did. I'm not responible for what every black male did. Yes! I call myself a THUG, because i grew up in the ghetto. And im still standing.

Role is something people play, model is something people make, both of those things are fake.

So many other things for us to see, Things to be, Our history so full of tragedy and misery.