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Just A Thug Away


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This writing contains explicit content and is only for adults. You have been warned.

It came to me while listening to "I Tried" - Akon Feat. 2Pac Remix (It's a work in Progress) ACTUALLY IT WORKS IF YOU LISTEN TO "I Tried" - Akon Feat. 2Pac Remix ON YOUTUBE. Just sayin...


This story is mine - my life from a young age.
No apologies for mad hustlin n finding my darkness in the blood rage.


For my own good God Himself put me in those tight n dark places.
To help me find my way, test my faith to keep me in his best graces.


12 years old breaking into homes, fingers running over stolen guns, sawing off shotty's.
Broken, unafraid, making money on the daily n rolling wit da hotties.


I gave more than half my life to the street, escaping Juvie in my early teens.
Swallowed by a ferocious nature, a true thug smoking weed n pimping at sixteen.


I grew from gram baggies to foot long lines of yay.
From passing out wasted to waking up to my dogs faces every day.


Hung around wit the big boys and when questioned by the cops I always kept my mouth shut.
Kept my balls about me, kept my word n showed em I could play rough.



(Chorus)


With death threats, cash in my pocket, loaded .357 just a foot away.
I never asked for this, never turned it down, naw it was all just a Thug away.


That was my life, danger on every corner, a hard a lesson learned.
Did my time, did the grind, and it was never enough money earned.


I never hesitated to knock a mothef***er out who stood in front of me.
Enough firepower in my fists to knock em out bang em up n make damn sure they remembered me.


Dark times, scary times, a life of crime, living in the shadows, I thought it was the only way.
A young drug dealer, a predator selling to riders, demons, battling addictions feindin' day to day.


I found myself going under, falling down only to find God in the worst places.
He gave me back my life, gave me back my heart, my soul n put me in his heart n kept me in his best graces.


Now I run alone no longer the villain, ambitions runing wild and no crew.
Big dreams, momentum blasting off to the stars straight and true.


I said goodbye to the gangsters, no more crime or shooting guns and pulling blades.
I got my life back, such a fool I was, hurting people, only looking to getting paid.


(Chorus)


With death threats, cash in my pocket, loaded .357 just a foot away.
I never asked for this, never turned it down, naw it was all just a Thug away.


This is to the best of times, for the best of friends, those who didn't make it.
I'm solo dolo now, following my heart, loving life and I finally made it.


Ask anybody who knows me, this my life from a young age, half a life stolen by the hood.
Doing dirt, being bad, rolling with gang bangers n just a memory: time to get out the 'Hood.'


And now I ask myself was it ever worth it, would I do it all again?
To lose my heart, lose my soul, endure the dark times and the pain?



For this I will say that it had its moments, had its pleasures.
The life carried me high, broke me down n took away the true treasures.


I would if I could, do it all differently.
But this is what God made, what momma made, for all the world to see.


Every blast that I had, every girl whose heart I touched, every dark day, bright day, sad day, lost day, all just a thug away.



(Chorus)


With death threats, cash in my pocket, loaded .357 just a foot away.
I never asked for this, never turned it down, naw it was all just a Thug away.



For all the memories, all the good and all the bad, all the high times and all the sad.
I was born into a life of crime, poor with no opportunities, I began using the sharpest tools I had.


Through it all I kept my faith, lost my heart n got it back again.
In the cells, in the streets, it all makes me exactly who I am.


Its only when you die deep inside your soul, when you ball and then you cry...
That you find your heart, your true path in life, tucked away silently, hidden by the 'Why?'


When you're broken and alone and lost and homeless and afraid...
That is when the grip of the harsh reality is stuck on playback, rolling over n over becoming overplayed.


Its when one day it all slaps you in the face, when you're confronted by demons in the fray.
Your stuck with two choices: live or die - only then can all the dirt be washed away.


By all the tears in Heaven God looks down in pity, saying "soldier up son..."
"Pick it up, wash it up, you're still living life on the run."



(Chorus)


With death threats, cash in my pocket, loaded .357 just a foot away.
I never asked for this, never turned it down, naw it was all just a Thug away.



So a life of Crack and a day of Heroin made me think, made me look at what life really holds for me.
A new change, a brighter life and a dream that never once gave up on me.


So here I am take me any way you can!
Remember that I shared with you the life of a real homeboy from the streets belonging to the Bird Clan!


So remember me when I'm rich and famous and never hate on me for doing what I gotta do any way by any means.
I'll always remember y'all and share wit y'all my biggest dreams!


My old boys smile when they see me out the hood.
Shoulders bumping, cool cats tellin me that I'm looking good!


Keep your words true to me, that's all I got, I'm not a winner by any means.
Just man trying to catch up on a life he missed, a boy at heart trying to mend those broken dreams.


I made it out alive but but can't help but to remember those closest soldiers who died in the streets.
More than I'd like to count, I'll keep them in mind, my best friends, for whom I can't help but to weep.



(Chorus)


With death threats, cash in my pocket, loaded .357 just a foot away.
I never asked for this, never turned it down, naw it was all just a Thug away.


(Closing Verse)


Every blast that I had, every girl whose heart I touched, every dark day, bright day, sad day, lost day, all just a thug away.


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