Some women want a bad boy
Some sistas want a thug
They’d rather be backhanded
Than nurtured with a hug
We men are simple minded
Brothas fallin for the hype
To be authentic black men
Gotta play the gansta type
Drug dealin, drivin SUVs
With rims that spin at lights
Truck loaded down with guns and girls
Always ready for a fight
If brotha wants to stay in school
And get a downtown job
They say he’s acting soft and white
Easy prey cause he ain’t hard
You should know I love the playa
It’s the playin that I hate
With life on earth so precious
Thuggin makes it second rate
We evolve through untold eras
Our potential is divine
Then God’s own image ravaged
By some asshole with a nine
I imagine I can save a thug
So I keep em in my prayers
Cause the road to hell is littered
With thugs finally showin fear
You may be a menace to society
But to Satan you’re a whore
He’ll be happy to do to you
What the Supreme Court did to Gore
Old Lucifer will screw your ass
Up and down and left and right
He’ll do you in your face all day
And suck your soul up every night
The devil is a madman
Who loves to torture all his mates
And if you play his rules in life
You can’t escape him as your fate
In fact you need not die
For fire and brimstone to kick in
An empty, shallow life now
Is the price you pay for sin
So don’t get trapped in thuggery
The cost of playin is too high
You miss the biggest joys in life
And suffer more afta you die
It’s never late to change your ways
And turn your life around
Shift your focus and you can see
God has you on surround
I love to think of Malcolm Little
A hustler, pimp and thief
Who cause a brotha prayed for him
Became beautiful beyond belief
Now, that’s a thug afta life for ya.
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