Thug Life Poem by Jessica Gomez

The thug life is hard as is can be,
where night's are siens and dying,
and day's are violant.
I don't know how this happen,
But all I can tell you,
It's over a color,
People dying for blue,
People dying for red,
I see it as,
What's the point,
what's the main reason of fighting,
I don't get it,
I wish I could
but then again,
I wish I don't,
What's the point,
Thug Life is Nothing but drama,
of dying,
Siens and Chains,
and hold bars,
People killing each other for a color,
enasent people end up dying,
for no reason at all,
Thug Life is not a place for ensasent people,
but what can they do?
Thug Life is all over the place,
even right next to you.