
The Legendary Thug Poet
Born and raised in Bridgeport, Connecticut by a single mother, I grew up with the streets as my most outspoken role model. I live my life doin' what has to be d
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Every song is a window into the life of an artist. You the fans play that music. Open those windows and see what it is you you love about music. That... is what makes it art. I named this song Thug Poet because if you know what to listen for... you'l


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Good music gives you a high, just like good bud. A great song comes on and it alters your mindset and it hits you. Any weed grower will tell you that if marijana were allowed to grow freely it would cross-pollinate and we would have better and more diverse strains growing everyday. Well I feel the exact same way about music. The problem is (just like when you need to find bud in a pinch) theres only a few dealers around all the time and its decent you even like it but your tired of burning on the same ole same ole. You got your 8 different strains of haze but thats commercial and youve alread smoked enough of that. No. You need somthing special. You deserve something exclusive.. You want dat KUSH! Thats where I come in Im Thug Poet and I got that Eardrum Kush
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Born and raised in Bridgeport, Connecticut by a single mother, I grew up with the streets as my most outspoken role model. I live my life doin' what has to be done... nothing more nothing less. I wouldn't even know who I am without keepin it g and bein on a money grind.
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I'm just anotha young souljah wit tha fury of hell. Out for war so I'll prolly be buried in shells.If I'...m still breathin I'm still squeezin. A nigga is still eatin. I love the Lord and crave war for murder I need no reason. I learned wat they b teachin dem teachers they be decievin. I walk alone at night cuz I'm sneakin up on my demons. In war I'll take ya head off like a Monday after a weekend. Of weed is what I'm reekin' I'm speakin amongst my heathens. Them heathens see you sleepin they creep up and leave you leakin. My strength is a weakness my weakness also my strength. I'm not ya average gansta. I rock sleepy eyes and a grin. I'll let you think shit is sweet till tha heat rest on ya chin.Wisper prayers and its tha end u niggaz will never win.My feet itchin. Guess I'm goin sum where I neva been. If its hell bury me wit a pad and a pen so I can write punchlines about tha devil as I pray for my sins............
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