̉Pro's Game"
(Nothing to play with)
Poem By Liz Blue // Art by Wesly Vara
With every breath I take
I'm on the same life-long mission
Of making something out of nothing
To have my family and I
To that next level of living the good life
Don't get it twisted
Life is not to be put on hold
That's why you never
Smoke your own supply of dope
Sooner or later the game will delay you
Havin you make that bad decision to sell to the wrong person
Which sends you to your own hell, I mean cell
No one wants to be held back from living their life
But you try it over, once you take that 1 st step
Away from the gates of seperation from everything you left behind
Back to a cold reality of constant struggle, poverty and that same journey
Of making that easy money
It's the only thing you majored in
Hustling to the fiends all over again
Instead of making the same mistake
Learn our lesson, clear your head, think of your future
And when it should begin
Otherwise back to the same situation
Courtdates to probation, or back to prison
How is life any easier when you're runnin'
From the consequences of your own decision making
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