Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Game Of Love (Poem)

My Brotha is wondering why he should play the game, but that is why real men play the game cause it is no place for lames, Tha Game is love and it can take you up and above....or it can give you a big shove.....down into a place.... where no matter what sex, culture or race.....you in....it hurts...and im not talkin about broken leg hurt....Im talkin six-feet-deep hurt....sleepin in the dirt....However....It can also take you to that next step, where the lames get maimed and waned out....and the Real Men get trained on how to maintain being the Greatest In The Game....

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