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
