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Interviewer called me a hippi because i made her think. I geuss she was judging me by the rhythm of my beat. Thug cupid playing the harp, i mustv pulled a string. Shes a grad school journalists but about the hood, she doesn't know a thing. In this ghetto university im sorta like a dean thats promoting critical thinking and independent dreams, discipline, self reflection and a little empathy. These are the things that we do but its not the song we sing. I help my brothers in need but thats not what it seems. Don't feel sorry for us, come breath the air we breath and turn your t.v's off, my hood ain't on the screen. I don't know what you heard but we did some better things. Gangbang culture, thats my extended. Family. (HOOK)..Thug Cupid10x......2>Ive been living this lifestyle now for many years. Its more than tattoo tears and what you see and hear. It's more about heart mind and soul and what you feel in there. I know a crack head who feels like she's a millionaire. And plus she smiles everyday and this isnt even rare. I buy my clothes from the boosters and shoot her under wear. And just because im her dope dealer, i shouldn't care?, she spends her money with me and plus its cold out there. I see it everyday on the t.v and in these rap songs, "thug n***a", "coke dealer" with a heart of stone. I mean we have our "knuckle heads", don't get me wrong. But in my ghetto theres more then just entertaining poems. Your looking at the surface but theres more going on. Your reporting on the broken homes but what about the whole homes, your talking about my fathers wrongs but what about my mothers wrongs. My cousin is Peter Pan, im Thug Cupid