Crooked I - How To Thug lyrics

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 eat you gotta sin Now just wanna be like my suburban 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 n***a 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 sh** and the message is very clear While the devil is whispering in my ear y'all When it comes to thuggin' 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 thuggin', as I practice my speech Simultaneously I'm thinking I'm the cat to impeach 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 f** about a n***a broke and 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 painful 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 is music my stop sign I'm in a crack hotel, I'm living grimy Sick of hitting licks plus I really don't trust my crimies Mind state is slimy, I k** you and then yell why me, don't try me Gotta put this life behind me See I was brain washed, taught that I wouldn't be sh**, believed it Now these trouble waters got me sea sick The upper cla** show love like intense nepotism The lower cla** we thug as a defense mechanism To protect threats against them The penitentiary system fenced them in and they never miss them Just look for better victims And politicians never listen To who whoever's b**hing They eatin' in a better kitchen They on television, promising better conditions It's a repetition of lies open your eyes Even let your retinas listen Listen, we shooting at the wrong targets Talking out the side of our neck, believing our own jargon 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 armed robber 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 ya Give me your 38 snub, 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