Ladies is thugs too

Like Lawrence's Morel son and mother, or Norman Bates and his mommy/paramour, what happens to the vessel when her rescue boat sinks?  Or rather, does a mother's heart die with her son?  What is left of a strong woman after the sun sets on her pride and joy?  The coquettish, bridal playfulness of Ivette Alvarez's artwork belies a phantom of Truthcity's victimized mother.  
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"a THUG DEDICATION"

LYrics by TruthCity

(Verse 1)

Chucks hanging from them lines as I cruise, spill liquor for all my dudes. Blunt swishas, windows get cloud up, as sour fill up the room. Side eyes to outta towners, nigga who the fuck are you, who told you to come down here. Thought you knew. Thought you knew we here some killers, RIP tattoos, lost so many niggas, he can barely find the room to ink another initial. Another bodied too soon. Everyday another body, pray it's nobody you knew. Young and living ungodly, all we are are coons, niggas, hoodlums and thugs yea that's all we are to you. Out here searching for some love, and u better hope we find it. Rhymes tell the tale of us, every verse is like a document. Living life wit out an option. Bagging weed for hope. But wasn't making ends meat, so gave it up for dope. Crack infesting them streets, and nobody seems to know know from where it came, Raegon died for he told

(Hook)

All these thought steady plaguing my mind, to all my niggas rolling up, please hold up a light. For those living no more, let the champagne pour, pour for all my niggas living up in the sky

(Verse 2)

Whoop-whoop, that's the sound of the police the block fill up as shots ring through the streets.

Eyes fill up, a mother down on her knees, labelled a victim, but that's not what he was to me. To me he was my nigga. He was of me, blood is thicker than water, they cry, I bleed.

For he was my brother. I loved em', rest in peace, no peace till they cuff the one who done it, something just to help his mother sleep, sleep knowing there's justice. No love here in these street. think it love you but it doesn't. Cus a bullet has no name, your target when one gets sprayed, and you God sent if one should miss you, peace to the one who prayed and was honest and thinking of you and kept you from being slain. Betta thank the one above you, or be happy he couldn't aim. Cus next time might be ya last, anything that can kill you, is probably not meant for you to have

(Verse 3)

Oh Lord. Please don't forsake me. I'm singing oh lord. Don't let em' take me. I can't it no more, I need you to save me. I need you to save me, I need you.. Cus who wants to die running, gave his son a gun, said either live by it or die from it. No hiding, when it's time dump it, when u got em' look him dead in his eyes, and feel nothing , just squeeze. Ain't it something how we justify means, just to overlook the ends. Thug genocide,we live to die, the fight never ends. So while you still alive, dig inside and try and find strength.

In these times. Cus life's a bitch,

TruthCity is a rapper & songwriter (originally from Virginia) but now resides in NYC. Inspired by prolific and distinguished artists such as Jay-Z, Coldplay, Nas, Jean-Michel Basquiat and Andy Warhol has influenced Truth’s intense, lifelong devotion to his craft. TruthCity truly lives up to his stage name by making the kind of music “that is the soundtrack to your life.” Everytime he touches the mic, he converts strangers to believers.

TruthCity is a rapper & songwriter (originally from Virginia) but now resides in NYC. Inspired by prolific and distinguished artists such as Jay-Z, Coldplay, Nas, Jean-Michel Basquiat and Andy Warhol has influenced Truth’s intense, lifelong devotion to his craft. TruthCity truly lives up to his stage name by making the kind of music “that is the soundtrack to your life.” Everytime he touches the mic, he converts strangers to believers.