Thug Life
By D.L.
When you walking in your mom house
And you ain’t got nothing in the refrigerator
And now it to the street to bust block
Sell crack in the trap house
Mama crying wishing her baby was home
And now he in the life of drugs
Doing everything under the sun
And all you hear is thug life
That all we know
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This poem is compelling, and I enjoy its story and or meaning. Everyone lives a different life and most are born into their life, rich, poor, or a thug. People have the choice to change but might not know how which can be challenging because they are stuck. The last line of the poem is very emotional because ts true, that’s all they know and how can people change when they don’t have people to help them? You got this and remember the best is yet to come!