Real Thugs Represent And Don't Die

Andeyhollawho

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I wrote this when my homeboi was killed and Shane's military thread made me remember it. It's written in first person because I put myself inside his last moments on earth. I think I was 18 on this one. It kind of struck a cord with me when I thought of it so I'm gonna share it now like I shared with all my freinds back then. There is a whole other side to thug life. There is this side. I don't give a damn how hard you are, nobody wants to die. :smh:

I wipe the tears from my eyes that I cry for my peers
Til you had a gun to your head you don't know shit about fear
I heard the hammer click back, closed my eyes, took a breath
Kept my fist clinched, unhappy with the legacy left
But finally I'll be in peace
Free from the scum of the streets
Free from the belly of the beast
I felt my heart skip a beat
All I heard was the click,
Life flashed before my eyes
Opened 'em up, staring at the clear night sky
Heat rising all around me yet I shiver with cold
Another nigga who won't live to see 20 years old
I can imagine the screams from my momma
Muffled cries from my baby girl
My minds in a swirl
It's fucked up in this cold world
I felt my life slipping and as the tears form in my eyes
I heard my killer reply

Real thugs represent and don't die
 
Damn...I only got on to take a break...fuck...

aye, Andy, this is some real shit, you need to get on a mic with this, dawg, forreal...
 
Damn...I only got on to take a break...fuck...

aye, Andy, this is some real shit, you need to get on a mic with this, dawg, forreal...

I appreciate that family. I used to rap for real, but I produce now. Most of the time in these threads I'm just fucking around. This is the first "written" piece I have put up, but like I said I read Shane's thread about war and every time I went to write about it this verse and my homeboi just kept coming to my head.

I never even finished the song. I couldn't. The way you see it was the way it came out of me that night I found out. :smh:
 
I appreciate that family. I used to rap for real, but I produce now. Most of the time in these threads I'm just fucking around. This is the first "written" piece I have put up, but like I said I read Shane's thread about war and every time I went to write about it this verse and my homeboi just kept coming to my head.

I never even finished the song. I couldn't. The way you see it was the way it came out of me that night I found out. :smh:



Andey that piece is a powerful one bredren...I read it in the war thread already but I wanna tell you give thanks for posting.

Peace
 
I wrote this when my homeboi was killed and Shane's military thread made me remember it. It's written in first person because I put myself inside his last moments on earth. I think I was 18 on this one. It kind of struck a cord with me when I thought of it so I'm gonna share it now like I shared with all my freinds back then. There is a whole other side to thug life. There is this side. I don't give a damn how hard you are, nobody wants to die. :smh:

I wipe the tears from my eyes that I cry for my peers
Til you had a gun to your head you don't know shit about fear
I heard the hammer click back, closed my eyes, took a breath
Kept my fist clinched, unhappy with the legacy left
But finally I'll be in peace
Free from the scum of the streets
Free from the belly of the beast
I felt my heart skip a beat
All I heard was the click,
Life flashed before my eyes
Opened 'em up, staring at the clear night sky
Heat rising all around me yet I shiver with cold
Another nigga who won't live to see 20 years old
I can imagine the screams from my momma
Muffled cries from my baby girl
My minds in a swirl
It's fucked up in this cold world
I felt my life slipping and as the tears form in my eyes
I heard my killer reply

Real thugs represent and don't die

Even though I've been tempted to come at your ass for what you dropped in the Battle thread, I let live what is (jokes;)). I felt the same way that you did when my childhood friend was gunned down in front of me. Shit hurts for real to see someone you love die right there with you. If you don't mind, I'll drop what I wrote too.

I went through a lot
Been through a lot
Not drug addiction or war - but I seen my mans get shot
On the block - the clock of life starts tickin'
When times get hard - I saw my brotha's trigger finger start itchin'
It's hard pitchin' that rock - whether it be crack or rubber
Or Jesus Christ and GOD praying with your dying brother
Seein' his soul flutter by- his last breath smothered, why?
Like a hot knife cuttin' with ease - through life's butter pie
See tears streamin' down my mother's eyes
Watchin' his father cry - But I know above the Lord hover's high
Grew up with Cuzzy since I was 5
'Til I was 16 - then I watched my brotha die
I wondered why - I couldn't say goodbye
With no reply - had to resist the pain I felt
Heart twisted - sorrow's warmth made my heart melt
But we all got to take the hand we're dealt
No matter how fucked up it all seems
This hard life is no dream - no hoping
More like a nightmare we can't wake up from - no coping
A shimmer of light - best friend taken away in the night
I fight - with bouts of this loss - with my own plight
It ignites - a fire with in me that burns strong
But all I can do is deal wit it - I wish it were different
In the end - this rhyme is the only remnant to spit wit it
 
Preciate it everybody. I was hoping this would open some dialogue though. I don't want people in here shedding tears and pouring out liquor, but where I came from I've lost plenty of freinds to violence. :smh:
 
That was deep. Its good to see something that is truthful and doesnt glorify that lifestyle. I have never been into that lifestyle but I have had friends and family that were and they have always told me not to get into it.
 
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