As I experience the pain from this new found game while watching tricks on the corner battle for street fame.



Crack vials on the street as one walks listen to the chitter chatter of urban slang being talked.



You don?t know how long one will last from playing this game in a lane so fast.



Pop, pop, pop, you here in the night and sometime in the day. Moments later you here your associate or best friend has past away.

Some of tip the bottle in memory------ of----

A Conrad fallen who in the game they loved.

This is in memory to you as the sips fall and wet the asphalt.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust to a brother burn by a deadly assault.



This is the consequence of a game so untamed of the streets like a wild beast stalking it?s pray and now someone you loved has past away.



You say you love the game although it?s not the same now that your partner is no longer here.

So you figure you would carry the torch, hold down the fort

And hustle your life away without a care.



While your passing the dope and losing all hope of a future that seem so bleak. You have dope fiends and crack addicts battle for their get high barracks just to find a get high seat.

To be stone is what they crave without regard for their life until they reach their grave



A sad conclusion but nevertheless, it?s reality just the same

What a street game

Addiction is sad and a strong truth for so many

Dope, dope, dope this comes by the plenty

Until your consumed by the dope, lost all hope and

Spent every penny.

All your belongings are lost in a cloud of smoke.

When you think about it, this kind of life is no joke!



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