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He woke up in the streets, screamin for peace/
Livin ghetto life, dreams become his only release/
Watch his rage increase, screamin Fuck tha Police/
They shot his coz dead, the bloodshed neva will cease/
These streets got him trapped by his own strap/
Tried to leave his gat behind, but he keeps goin back/
Wants peace but gotta protect, his own neck/
Weapons kept, cuz every otha nigga keeps runnin wit techs/
All he hears is sobbin, every eye red/
Feels surrounded by graves, so many lie dead/
Where can a nigga run, to escape the blood/
When he had his son, did he just create a thug?/
What is the meanin when he’s screamin Thug Life?/
It means in the ghetto noone really loves life/
(I said in the ghetto noone really loves life)
He’s trapped deep inside this ghetto shit/
Politicians talk, but they neva wanna settle it/
He kneels down cuz the pastor said to pray/
He’s askin Dear God will you send me betta dayz/(2x)
Close ya eyes, you can’t erase the truth/
Streets produce nothing but the wasted youth/
The poverty fucked his head up like a lobotomy/
Been losin his soul since the first time that he shot a G/
His whole life’s gone to shit, and you know that it’s depressin/
That he’s only got two friends – Smith and Wesson/
Is it a blessin or a curse/ That he always blast first/
Life’s a bitch somebody tell him how is death worse/
His head about to burst because all this stress hurts/
Afraid to ask the stars how much shit could get worse/
For the cash, must he shed blood this way?/
Hopin he’ll see mercy when he meets his Judgment Day/
He’s trapped deep inside this ghetto shit/
Politicians talk, but they neva wanna settle it/
He kneels down cuz the pastor said to pray/
He’s askin Dear God will you send me betta dayz/
He loves Pac, he wants to be a rose from the concrete/
Drops the heat, Tries to make peace in the street/
But he should’ve known that Thug Life always repeats/
That’s why in the ghetto everybody’s future is bleak/
Cuz here he needs a gun, a gun protects his kids/
Can’t feed his daughter so she’s makin sex her biz/
Wants to be where the white man in the Lexus is/
Instead he’s constantly worried the next death is his/
He’s trapped, caught up in a cycle of death/
His son’s trapped, a teenager runnin wit sets/
His daughter trapped, his baby’s takin money for sex/
He’s trapped in ghetto life and ghetto life ain’t nothing but death/
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