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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #1797005
Who are the real thugs

Thug, who are you, to call me a thug.
I drink my booze out of a jug and you drink yours out of a coffee mug.
Hey, they both have the same than in em right ,some very strong gin.
Thug, who is the real thug, you are pimpin me.
I get to go to jail you get to walk around free.
Thug, who really is the thug, you paid me to do the crime and I end up serving the time.
I know it was you who dropped that dime.
You better be damn glad you can pay me for perpetrating your crime and serving this time too.
Suit wearing, moral icons of bullshit, smile on your face teaching exclusionary truths that only lift up yourself.
Pass me that damn coffee mug, Thug

AM I THE THUG
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