You walk around with your pants hanging low. Fighting battles all the while completely unaware why. Who can hit the most brods, “already did it playa” is the state you live by. Slinging drugs is your career, making babies your hobby. And you call yourself a thug?
You spend your days holding up the street sign as if it doesn’t have a pole cemented into the ground. Being praised by your homies for the new gun shot wound like it’s a tattoo. You skip school as if you are the new world’s genius then wonder why your public defender is telling you what’s best when it should be the other way around. And you call yourself a thug?
You drive around in your pimped out car, expensive jewelry and think that makes you the new prime rib. You smoke herb, drink alcohol, then can’t remember the next day what you did the night before, but that’s what makes you cool? You terrorize your community and make its members live in fear. And you call yourself a thug?
You think being a thug means being rude and ignorant. It means showcasing your crimes and fights for the world to see. When truly the real thug is the man that knows how to open the door and treat a woman and his family with respect. A true thug is the man that is smart by day with is respectable job and education. A man that is only criminal when absolute necessary to protect his home and his family. But yet your the thug?
