Crooked I - How To Thug lyrics

rate me

The cops hate my skin

So they wanna do me in

Shove me in the pen

Have me serving 5 to 10

I grew up in the city where the itch you gotta sin

Now just wanna be like mu suburbia friends

But instead I got a thug, yeah

I got a thug, I got a thug

The streets taught me how to thug

Wait a minute, my mother's flat broke

And my father ain't around

My whole family starving, man I gotta hold us down

I loaded up my chopper, hit that other side of town

Robbed that dealer for a couple of pounds,

My nigger learning how to thug, learning how to thug

I had to learn how to thug, how to thug

I ain't finished, society hates me but that hate is really fear

I'm praying every day that that hate would disappear

They treat me like I ain't shit and the message is very clear

While the devil is whispering in my ear

When it come to thuging I got a master degree

Sitting here in this county jail imagining me

The future me, not the one that's always trapped in the streets

Not the one that see his own family wrapped in them sheets

I'm like the president of thugging, as I practice my speech

Simultaneously I'm thinking I'm the cat to ...

Even when I'm sleep, I don't see no actual peace

I'm dreaming, I'm bleedin', after squeezing after police

Nobody gives a fuck about a nigger broken in pain

You see him in front of the liquor store won't even throw him some change

When he die, John Doe is his name

Is that my destiny, I'm going insane

Load up my chrome in the rain

Erase a pain for future, that's what I can do with my glock 9

Should I pop it or just call the suicide hot line

Tears rolling down my face is do or die, stop crying

Green light, I'm dead or its music my stop sign

I'm in a crack hotel, I'm living grimy

Sick of hitting links plus I really don't trust my crimies

Mind state is slimy, I kill you and then yell why me, don't try me

Gotta put this life behind me

See I was brain washed, talked that I wouldn't be shit, believed it

Now these trouble waters got me sea sick

The upper class show love like the tits nepotisms

The lower class we thug is a defense mechanism

To protect ... against them

The penitentiary system fit them in and they never miss them

Just look for better victims

And politicians never listen

Do whatever's bitching

They eat in a better kitchen

They on television, promising better conditions

It's a repetition of lies open your eyes

Either let your reckless listen

Listen, we shooting at the wrong targets

Talking out the side of our neck, believing our own charges

I thought that I was cursed by the gods

Dropped in the ghetto, piss pour against impossible odds

Track with these charlatans and philosophical frauds

In a place where being a ... is a logical job

Change always starts with the man in the mirror

So I'm talking to myself like hey Crooked I, I can hear you

Give me your 38 stub, a mask and some gloves

I can teach the whole world how to thug

But how bout how to love?

Yeah, we need love

We need love in the hood

One time for some love in the hood

Two times for some loves in the hood ...

Come back.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei