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Shit, tired of gettin shot at,
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested.
We need a spot where WE can kick it,
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us.
We ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
You know what I mean? Where do we go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug,
That's why we go to thug mansion.
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G,
At thug mansion!
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times.
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that knife, all I could see was my momma's eyes.
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble,
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.
Picture me inside the misery of poverty,
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived.
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on,
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on.
We found a family spot to kick it,
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit.
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's,
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace.
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast,
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion.
Ain't no place I'd rather be,
Chillin' with homies and family.
Sky high, iced out paradise,
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be,
Only place that's right for me.
Chromed out mansion in paradise,
In the skyyyyyyyyyy!
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed.
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good,
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots.
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us,
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain.
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head,
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead.
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it,
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go.
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom,
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him.
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape,
the deadly places slangin drugs, in thug's mansion.
Dear momma don't cry, your baby girl's doin good,
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods.
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook,
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.
Then some lady named Billie Holiday,
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came.
Little LaTasha sho' grown,
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home.
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us,
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band.
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past,
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last.
Picture a place that they exist, together,
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven.
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin,
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion!
/ Alexandra
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested.
We need a spot where WE can kick it,
A spot where WE belong, that's just for us.
We ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
You know what I mean? Where do we go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug,
That's why we go to thug mansion.
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G,
At thug mansion!
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times.
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that knife, all I could see was my momma's eyes.
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble,
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.
Picture me inside the misery of poverty,
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived.
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on,
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on.
We found a family spot to kick it,
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit.
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's,
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace.
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast,
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion.
Ain't no place I'd rather be,
Chillin' with homies and family.
Sky high, iced out paradise,
In the skyyyyyyyyyy..
Ain't no place I'd rather be,
Only place that's right for me.
Chromed out mansion in paradise,
In the skyyyyyyyyyy!
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed.
I shed tattooed tears and couldn't sleep good,
for multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots.
Nobody cares, seen the politicians ban us,
They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain.
why they can't stand us, is there a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head,
with the little bit of homeboys that remains, cause all the rest dead.
Is there a spot for us to roll, if you find it,
I'll be right behind ya, show me and I'll go.
How can I be peaceful? I'm comin from the bottom,
Watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him.
I need a house that's full of love when I need to escape,
the deadly places slangin drugs, in thug's mansion.
Dear momma don't cry, your baby girl's doin good,
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods.
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook,
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.
Then some lady named Billie Holiday,
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came.
Little LaTasha sho' grown,
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home.
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us,
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band.
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past,
that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last.
Picture a place that they exist, together,
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven.
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin,
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion!
/ Alexandra
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