Dirty Game - Cormega

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

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