My Life

I'm tired of people thinking they're thugs,
They aint never had to sleep in a shack on just rugs.
Do you got a criminal record?
That's what it takes in my neighbohood to get respected.
My life is crazy,
But I gotta work with what the Lord gave me.
Me and my homies walking past a house that is getting raided by more cops then I ever saw,
Under my breath I say "Man fu(k the law!"
It's hard to be me in the world today,
Working some odd job just to get a little pay.
For saying one little thing people wanna murder me,
I dont understand why these fools wont just leave me be.
Fu(k it I'm gonna do what I do,
Don't judge me till you live a day in my shoes.
You guys think you wanna live the gang life,
Wait till you get stuck in your side with a knife.
If you still wanna be a thug now that you heard all this go ahead,
But what is you familia gonna think when your dead...?