Thugs

CHORUS

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

VERSE 1

Being a thug isn’t about skin color

It’s about the way we treat each other

Social status doesn’t mean a damn thing

When the fired shots make your ears ring

Wilson, Turner, and even Zimmerman

Miss Anthony full of sugar and cinnamon

Saccharine pleas bring the blind to their knees

While the innocents’ corpses continue to freeze

CHORUS

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

VERSE 2

Every bullet feels exactly the same

Every death brings this country to shame

Every trial adds to the body pile

Just another piece of paper ready to file

The case is closed but our eyes are wide

A river of tears doesn’t take any side

A broken heart knows no kind of race

Armageddon has come to our safe place

EXTENDED CHORUS 1

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

Where are the signs that say free hugs?

Why are there corpses full of maggoty bugs?

Is this really about a lost war on drugs?

Or did we already sweep that under the rug?

BRIDGE

The second amendment or a thug defendant?

Family values or medieval remnants?

When the bodies drop, it all sounds alike

To the motherless children and fatherless tykes

EXTENDED CHORUS 2

Blue thugs, blue thugs

White thugs, white thugs

Rich thugs, rich thugs

Christ thugs, Christ thugs

What are you representing with your slugs?

Why do you turn away with a mere shrug?

Go ahead, sleep well at night cozy and snug

Wake up with a smile so arrogant and smug