Thug nation
Conversing with ammunitions.
Hearts that are barely loyal
Being served by humbled soldiers.
No wonder peace has been conquered
And war the man on the altar.
Her habitants live like their souls are on trial
And their god a liar.
Thug nation
Her masses are speechless creatures
Ruled in cluelessness
Jubilating in bitterness.
Thug Nation
Driven by greedy intentions
Stomach fed with promises
Sleeping and waking in calamities.
Thug nation
The fat ones are the vultures
Termites and cankerworms haven
The thinning path between hell and heaven.
Thug nation
Where the safest place is the grave
Saints nation rebirth to a thug nation
Where unity and faith are slaves.
Hmm! My thug nation of tears
Unfortunately, I'm fortunate to be born here
blessed with everything, cursed with leadership,
Born into miseries, dying in hardship.
A thug nation in a tunnel
Crowded with diverse starlets
Being forced to drain down the funnel
Crying blood for a spark soonest.