I was one of the robbery, which took her son from death to destiny,
does not include how I got stuck in a cage,
I was a criminal who was trapped in a cell,
with hell on the edge,
just jump down and see what will happening in my life .
I will be down for drugs and be dead by the syringe,
no one can understand my plan to become a man over the black part,
the fate calls me to carry by storm,
so you see that life is not like a red rose,
but black as a stone, delayed death effect,

only power is all you want,
it may seem difficult,
but the sky is blue and I'm not you so do not do what I did,
I thought everything would come to my hand,
then came the day my brother disappeared.
Grief control my emotions,
I am the chosen leader of mourning warriors?
still after all, life seems pointless.
my lips are sealed, my heart bleeds.
words, I can pretend to be happy,
but I am still firmly of the drug and stroke after money.
what should I do? play to be you.

but the feelings for me to back down,
folding stuff that provides food in my stomach,
to think that someone saves you is far-fetched,
for no one cares whether you live or die,
why live them rich without any problems and we must struggle to survive on a normal day,
I will certainly not understand this life before I die,
but until then I'll write my feelings so you can see,
what has made me cry,
the pain makes me become high with blunt and weed .
god I do not want to suffer any more

live with hatred, so I will explode,
so I have to live with the gun at my side,
there is a paradise for someone like me?or maybe not.
but it is quiet I am not worthy to see my brother again.
for all we did was sin,
but God should understand,
that we are trying to do the best we can in our society,
the rich take more money and leaves us still in the hood and suffering to cope with the crunch.
I never did a crime I have not had to do,
if you see me you will feel sorry for it not to be as good as I am,
written in the forehead at me thug.
lost my brothers were,
all jealous because we were number one in our neighborhood,
corpse since I was little,
is not something I wanted, my dad that I hate,
asking myself if it's fate that made him an idiot,
or it was enough time there was chaos,
mom was sick, father on abuse,
I was only twelve, but was out all night and played with the fire,
tested the world's borders,
to get drunk by the light was what I wanted,
all the shit that made me live like a king,
with friends at my side,
all for one, one for all.
that was how it went,first anguish,
when my brother went into , nine months,
but it was like a knife in my back,
me and you always, as before,
but all cunts disappears, you can go and do not come back,
God do not let me suffer for when I start smoking devil products.
bastard who killed ,so it should be, but they are genuine in the heart ought to survive.

where is the love I am a thug,
but has a big heart. you got me and cry,
as the sky, I get high tonight.
we share blood, would you still want to be a thug?

when thugs cry...