!!!~My Life In The Game, And What It Became~!!!
A story about a young 19yo who sold mary-jane to keep a roof over himself and his family, ending tragically in legal issues and prison. SPOKEN IN RHYME OF COARSE.
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~My Life In The Game, And What It Became~
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I partied all day, and didn’t give a f***.
I grew up too fast, from the gutter I came,
So I peddled some pot, and became top of the game.
It gave me power, and a fast car to boot,
Money at hand, for whatever I wanted to do.
I toked with the best, out the rarest of bongs,
With the dankest of pot, and not even a cough.
Blueberry-dizzle and some purplish-haze,
Whatever it was, "to the dome" I would say.
And quickly they found, mine was the best around,
My name was soon known, and I took over this town.
With multiple flavors, a selection I gave,
No sticks or stems, but sticky it came.
With the fattest of bags in all of this land,
It’s easy to see, how I quickly stacked grand’s.
I did what I did, cause I had to survive,
I needed to eat, and weed so I could fly.
But plenty of cash, in excess it flowed,
Became Benjamin Franklin's in rubber band rolls.
Hundreds of dollars, I spent every day,
And when I got stoned, the Xbox I would play.
With dozens of games, my library filled,
And a sixty inch screen, where my eyes would be peeled.
The only break that I took, was for my glass-on-glass,
With thick yellow smoke it filled, I never could pass.
As harsh as it was, what little I cared,
To the dome it must go, till a ringing I would hear.
Plastered to the couch, forever it seemed,
Time was slowing down, and I laughed at something.
What was so funny? The f*** if I knew,
But cause of whatever, I knew what to do.
So I cashed the bowl, and reloaded it again,
In a vicious cycle, it never would end.
When would I stop, I really don't know,
But the money was good, so forward I must go.
As the slyest of gangsters, in the party I’m seen,
My name being known, as the man with the green.
I hustled the game, and I stacked my bread,
What little I knew, it got to my head.
Bigger I became, with popularity I accused,
I knew everyone, because of their drug abuse.
To the top I've made it, but only to fall,
And a mountain of pot isn't going to stop me at all.
So then one day, after making a muck,
Heard a knock on the door that made me say "F***!"
Red and blue lights that filled the streets,
And they came reinforced, a dozen cars deep.
Seems they came for me, too take away my rights,
Everything that I’ve earned and everything nice.
With M-16's to my head, I drop to the floor,
As plenty of swat rush through my front door.
All that I had has been taken away,
In the blink of an eye, just happened a raid.
So they take me away, and lock me up,
Stuff me in a cell after they ruff me up.
Then I posted bail the very next day,
Being happy as hell, that ill see another day
So a lesson be learned, don’t peddle pot,
And if you do, just don’t get caught!
So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
People you thought were your friends,
Really don’t give a f***.
And the game may be real, but the cards are preset,
To give you everything that you need,
But you'll lose on the bet.
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~My Life In The Game, And What It Became~
------------------------------------------------------------
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
I partied all day, and didn’t give a f***.
I grew up too fast, from the gutter I came,
So I peddled some pot, and became top of the game.
It gave me power, and a fast car to boot,
Money at hand, for whatever I wanted to do.
I toked with the best, out the rarest of bongs,
With the dankest of pot, and not even a cough.
Blueberry-dizzle and some purplish-haze,
Whatever it was, "to the dome" I would say.
And quickly they found, mine was the best around,
My name was soon known, and I took over this town.
With multiple flavors, a selection I gave,
No sticks or stems, but sticky it came.
With the fattest of bags in all of this land,
It’s easy to see, how I quickly stacked grand’s.
I did what I did, cause I had to survive,
I needed to eat, and weed so I could fly.
But plenty of cash, in excess it flowed,
Became Benjamin Franklin's in rubber band rolls.
Hundreds of dollars, I spent every day,
And when I got stoned, the Xbox I would play.
With dozens of games, my library filled,
And a sixty inch screen, where my eyes would be peeled.
The only break that I took, was for my glass-on-glass,
With thick yellow smoke it filled, I never could pass.
As harsh as it was, what little I cared,
To the dome it must go, till a ringing I would hear.
Plastered to the couch, forever it seemed,
Time was slowing down, and I laughed at something.
What was so funny? The f*** if I knew,
But cause of whatever, I knew what to do.
So I cashed the bowl, and reloaded it again,
In a vicious cycle, it never would end.
When would I stop, I really don't know,
But the money was good, so forward I must go.
As the slyest of gangsters, in the party I’m seen,
My name being known, as the man with the green.
I hustled the game, and I stacked my bread,
What little I knew, it got to my head.
Bigger I became, with popularity I accused,
I knew everyone, because of their drug abuse.
To the top I've made it, but only to fall,
And a mountain of pot isn't going to stop me at all.
So then one day, after making a muck,
Heard a knock on the door that made me say "F***!"
Red and blue lights that filled the streets,
And they came reinforced, a dozen cars deep.
Seems they came for me, too take away my rights,
Everything that I’ve earned and everything nice.
With M-16's to my head, I drop to the floor,
As plenty of swat rush through my front door.
All that I had has been taken away,
In the blink of an eye, just happened a raid.
So they take me away, and lock me up,
Stuff me in a cell after they ruff me up.
Then I posted bail the very next day,
Being happy as hell, that ill see another day
So a lesson be learned, don’t peddle pot,
And if you do, just don’t get caught!
So ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
People you thought were your friends,
Really don’t give a f***.
And the game may be real, but the cards are preset,
To give you everything that you need,
But you'll lose on the bet.
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