Anti Gang Ministry
The Game
Chapter 1
Who Is She?
I want to bring something to your attention, all you thugs, gangsters, balers, players, and pimps. You hustlers and go-getters; all of you who stand all night and all week on the streets hustling. Are you happy? Have you ever asked yourself how you got there? Why you’re out there? What are my benefits out here? I’ve been out here since my youth and now I’m a grown man. What started me to dance with this mystery that leaves me hopeless when the sun falls; the path that leads me to what? What will happen next, or what will be the outcome in these streets? What will stumble unto my path? Feds, beef, snitches, a fall, prison, maybe death. Eventually I know I will have to face some, at the end, death! Forget it, this is gangster! Cats recognize real when they see it. Still in the back of my mind I know it’s coming. Sooner or later it’s coming; I have to face it like cats before me. It seems to me like some power has my heart captive. I can hardly explain it: after all, so many things rush in and out of my head like backed-up traffic so I can’t think. What’s that all about? I find no answer all the time. It’s like my foot is stuck and rooted out here: it’s like a force is holding me down out here.Sometimes I wake up and it seems like I am awake, but I can’t
talk or move; what’s going on? It’s like a heavy load is holding me down. Man, I put in works out here, but why? There has to be a reason. I know! Get rich or die trying! Yeah, that’s it, get rich or die! Is it fame or money I’m willing to die over? It can’t save me, it can only bury me, but then it’s worthless, because I can’t shine; but cats will remember me. They will say, “That cat was real.“ Dog, what is it? Man, I be stressed and don’t know why I am stressed. What is it? Is it popularity? What is this pimp’s fate in this dirty GAME? I ask myself what is my destiny? Will I make it to the top, to be a street star that I came in to be? When I first came in to it, it was fun, I wanted what I saw. The next man had it all, I
wanted that. Nice sneakers, clothes, and things, but now that I’ve been out here for some time now, I clearly see what cats in the past saw—this is a war zone. It’s dangerous out here; a mental prison, every day seems like my last. I feel like a slave to my own fantasies and passions; it seems as though there’s a power nudging me on to fulfill this painted picture in my mind. Will I fall like the cats before my time and in my time? I saw war flood these streets. I admit I was responsible for some; mad cats were seen cut down in broad daylight in these streets; these were cats I knew and dudes I didn’t know or even cared to know. I considered myself real, but am I? Someone that’s real is not controlled, as the OGs say; the question is who is keeping us out here? She has us all captive; her name is THE GAME; a woman pimp. She has the whole world lusting to do what she tells them. The world loves her glory and beauty. They don’t hesitate to run after her seductive ways and her delicacies. She has them captive by her lust. Through her lust, mothers have lost their sons and daughters to her. They died in THE GAME! I have seen the realest fall by the wayside because many lust to have her all to themselves, and others aren’t having it.She has her favorites, though: this drives others to jealousy; even friends betray friends because she shines more light on the other hommie, which is the result of bodies come up missing or dead, kidnapped or found in the pit of extortion. All those who occupy her seek to exalt themselves in her eyes to win her heart; but she’s not faithful to one man. She sleeps with who she wants to sleep with, kisses who she wants to kiss, shakes her booty in front of those who would take a bullet for her. Those who would unite with Satan in hellfire for her. These are those who she holds closes to her heart, and if they renege on her, they will feel her fieriest wrath. Cats will kill to have her so she will make them rich and exalted like the ones she favors. I’ve seen the young and old; gangsters, players, stallions, hustlers, whatever they claim to be, or what-ever set he or she claims falls one by one. Remember PAC and Big? She took them out “B“! Her shady ways took them out, son! She got us open “YO.“ Her glamor, amusements, and entertainments have us sprung You can find her in the world, in music, in videos on TV, in movies, in schools, in fashion; she is the streets, the projects, and she is in the churches, I mean in the churches, son! Can you believe that, son? Remember that lil Korean cat that killed those 30 something kids and wounded 29? THE GAME took to-tal control over him, and a massacre took place at Virginia Tech. Son, THE GAME is everywhere; everyone is affected by her some way. Blacks, whites, Hispanics, Latinos, Christians, Muslims, man, the list goes on. Many true converted Christians who God redeemed from her and cats who are doing hard time say she’s a delusion, she’s a lie: but is she? Will she lie to me? This is me, dog, she can’t lie to me. I am shinning, dog! I’M MAKING MOVES OUT HERE PIMPING! I don’t care what happens to the next man, I want it to happen to me. I can do it better because she told me she loved me. Look what she gave me, a safe at the crib full of Benjamin's, guns stashed at my cousin’s crib, 2,500 in my pocket, I got killers all around me, a Chevy setting on chrome riding high, a chain hanging low on the neck piece, iced out grill, overweight diamonds in the ear, iced out diamonds on the wrist, my dogs love me. She might have lied to the next cat, but I got her on lock, duke! These cats can’t see me, I move like a cheetah, son! THE GAME got me covered. I don’t believe she will deceive me. My game is on point; she told me if I lie with her and sell my soul to her, she will give me mad cheddar. Money, power, and respect; I haven’t seen all of it yet, but soon if I work harder at pleasing her she will give it to me. She speaks to my mind through videos, hip-hop, movies, and she paints a fly picture of me in the #1 spot. Many cats doing time say don’t believe the hype, she’s lying, young man. Man, please, I can do it better than those cats. They told me I’m living in a fantasy world. They said, “Some might ball for a while, but they will never stay out there long enough to enjoy it, and some might die trying.“ They said, “We will never prosper, and if we do get money, we’ll die without enjoying it.“ They said, “The feds will snatch us up, or the stick-up kids will do whatever it takes to hate, and snatch up my cream.“ Haters would seek out our life. Son, I got a .45 cal, a bullet for every hater; I know I’m not in la-la land; I am THE GAME, it wouldn’t be the same without me! I’m ”Justice.” I lift up my set and proud of it, player! Man, I’m not gonna front I heard many cats say that line, and now they’re dead and gone, vanished away in the dust. THE GAME doesn’t even miss them because someone else stepped up to the plate and filled their shoes. Am I really living in a dream world like they say? Will I ever get rich and enjoy the finer things in life? Give me all the fame, riches, fine women, phat rides, and every thing else she promised me. What is it about this woman called THE GAME that has me coming back when I get out of prison? It’s got to be her body and how she has intercourse with my mind; it has to be a strong passion for greed to prosper in her. Her great seductive fame; her material passion is set before my very eyes. This has got to be it, pippin. The money, her beauty, the fame is what turns me on about her, dog. I have seen many players, son, come into THE GAME and received great glory. Months later, they’re swept away, nowhere to be found. One minute they’re doing their thing, getting cake, then the next moment, all of it is taken away, and then you see them ready to Jake the next man’s paper. To be honest, pippin, sometimes I want to escape this drama; there’s no peace in my mind, son. A hundred things rush through my mind at one time in the fullest of speed, like something is stopping me from focusing or something. I smoke trees to take the pain away; I used to snort coke like crazy, but I stopped. Mysteriously I’m pulled back in to THE GAME over and over again, stressed, turning.................
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