Love for my Thug
DeShawn is a thug he pimps through the hood
Clacking homemade dice all three made of wood
Phat pants roll deep way below his knees
No belt at his ankles; getting all dees
To the principal’s office - suspended again
DeShawn rolls out while I stroll in
He said, brother, Daryl, talking to me
"Have love for your thug;
But, for not what you see"
I paced to our corner hiding tears on the mound
Watching "D" pimping in, then rolling out of town
More tears in my eyes; dear heaven up above
"D" is my brother; I got nothing but love
A heart gets weak when it comes to my thug
Don't want to stop seeing
When it's brotherly love!
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