The beautiful majesty resides within
No-one despises, or rides - just rappin
No fights & no-one dies - no lonely nights & no one crys
Just chillin and happiness, no cops grillin or caskets
Love of the rap, a Thug off the street, takes the top seat
And drinks off the golden Cup, and eats with the silver spoon
Sittin wit your fallen foe, under the half cracked moon
Suicidal friends meet with family, and they decree
Of there life of insaity, a dead child's mother finally gets to see -
Her child...
The rap stars gunned down, are on the walls as an idol
No bullets, no guns, no pain or violence
Just the tears of rain, never the street lights, or an ambulence
Happiness, finally for these people who've envied the rich
Those who've been desending to the suburbs -
Who've never had the joy of lovers
Never had someone to talk to, Never had a homies house to walk too
The days you've just felt awful, and wanted to take your own life
But you saw your mothers face - and put down the knife
And just thought what you'd be givin up
For those who've never had the change to live-it-up
This is your place, no rascim, just one - the thug-race..
The people on the other side, wit hugz-start-glancin
The golden steple at the top... This is thugz manshion....

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My people skills are way better then yours, nigga..