MATURE • MENTOR • MINISTER • MAINTAIN • INVESTING IN BLACK FUTURES THRU STRATEGIC LEADERSHIP DEVELOPMENT

Another N— is born
Another N— gone
People who cared for them forever torn
Making it seem like they were never born
Lost souls chase a fools treasure
Negative energy flows to see whos better
The ghetto turns us from innocent boys to sinful men
Living fast        lost in a whirlwind
In a haze of money and drugs
We decide to run wit the thugs
Brains strained with the weight of the stress
All the while trying to not get laid to rest
On the outside a stonecold killa
On the inside hes just a frustrated N—
Where do my homies go        I dont know
If I get to heaven will yall open da door
Lives took by the hands of hooded men
Make me cry to think about what couldve been
Another chapter written when we bust slugs
I guess thats just what a thug does.