There is no love for a thug,
And I noticed.
Not just Kodak telling me—
I have learned this.
You can thug all your life
And hope that you are seen
When you become a changed one.
You can give out all your heart;
They still don't believe you.
They won't believe your heart bleeds
Until your blood is all drained.
You see how they take all from a thug
And give nothing back?
They want the love that a thug has,
But they have no love for a thug.