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Cormega
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Dirty Game
Yeah, know what I'm sayin' Premo
Tell these niggas about my life, you know what I mean
It's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean
I spend my days in a steel cage, where brothers feel rage
And get real with razor blades in ill ways
So when my cell close, my brain cells expose
And my pen excels to a part of hell froze
Inside of me was lookin' for a way out
Reality was tellin' me if I find a way out
I had to stay out, plans I had to lay out
In order to elevate from my identity
Mentally accelerate
I seen a lot of men break down being an inmate
Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes
It was real being concealed in steel gates
Where brothers who feel hate against another race
Which only indicates a snake mentality
These are my days of reality
The streets is a dirty game, my heart's still roamin' the streets
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin'
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets
Often I think of my people the board
Denied they freedom, a mirage disappearin' before our eyes
We were born to strife, now living in courts decide
Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry
We was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty?
They seen us strugglin', doin' what we have to do to ease the sufferin'
We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
Left the stove on wearin' our sneakers until the soles are gone
We constantly holdin' on, being broke
And hopin' our phone is our only escape
And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin'
Echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere
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And women cryin' niggas goin' to jail
A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears
Realizin' he's survivin' she exhales like Angela Bassett
I'm a poet amongst slums, project, crack addicts
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin'
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets
I live a lonely existence, lately I've become a mathematician
As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God
As for sins may He forgive 'em if you have dreams
They can be achieved never give up
Look at me, once a convicted felon, once addicted to sellin'
The substance which corrupted many men in my era
I stood in awe at the dope fiends drove by those caught in the coke game
Some proper, some locked up, some sold claim
The main team wanted the shine
Streets so alive I felt the air breathe not only did I misplace time
I could remember as an inmate at Midstate I stayed in the law library
Some chose to lift weight, fine
As if they content with they time, they strip us at the visit
Limit our education, ridicule us niggas, modern enslavement
Even though I'm out of the cages
I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin'
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, the streets, the streets
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