The Game

So you wanna be apart of the game

Have someone blow out your brains

Catch you slipping in the fast lane

This happened time and time again

So you wanna be a part of this culture

Nigga’s killing nigga’s

Don’t know who you are your a sculpture

They be waiting for you to die like vultures

So you wanna kill someone, not knowing that your killing your own dreams in the process

The game will continue

With or without you

It will evolve like a virus and spread like wild fire

A quick head rush, before you retire

It was a choice that provoked my desire

It was the game that set in my veins, and kept me in the fast lane, time and time again

But it was me that chose to pull the trigger, can’t blame the game

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