Chorus: Do you know how the game goes? Do you know?
Hustle, hustle move and push. Hustle.
Do you know how the game goes?Do you know?
Life is when you think you got it all figured out then it falls flat in your face.

Verse 1: The block is full of snitches and crack addict
and it’s so surreal like a little kid who still believes in magic
they put the drugs in attic
the more you sell the more you get its simple mathematic
for the death of me I will never understand it
why they putting drugs up in their nose? Strunging out losing their job
how can we cope? it’s a fucking disaster
poverty is going up employment is dropping faster
everybody’s asking questions ain’t nobody giving answers
my cousin needs money now she wants to be a dancer
part time stripper, she use to be a teacher
then she got involved with the wrong man
a drug dealer doing time for killing a friend,
she all alone with 2 kids struggling to pay the rent
a fake smile on her face only she trying to pretend
she got the will to keep moving but she loosing her strength.
thats how the game goes

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Verse2: My next door neighbor, his wife just passed away
you can see the sadness witness the grief from a mile away
asking God, why? why did he take her away?
now he struggling with cancer
his son is overseas when he calls he wont answer
everyday he's loosing his hope fighting his own demons
how do you explain that?
what’s the point of living life loosing your family to crack
now its just him by himself
he contemplated suicide but he don’t wanna kill himself
he don’t really wanna sin, standing at the pearly begging God to let him in,
life is a precious thing only God can take it away
that’s why you say what you say, and you do what you do
and at the end of the day you let it go by and let it do what it do,
I look around the block there’s no father figure
they selling crack to the youth they always feeling useless
most of them will get abused
that’s how the game goes.

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Verse3: I sit by the window I observe the world
drug dealers selling crack to little boys and girls
implications of drugs, complication from drugs, consequences of drugs
when you take it and you hurl
there’s no love on the block
forget an education just make a living with your Glock
that’s the state of mind, I’m under the blue sky I’m hoping the sunshine
another brother died, they chalking up the line
wishing I could make a different
I often ask myself could I really make a different?
I’m hoping they would listen show em a better way
drugs are killing people take em to church and pray
hoping to make it better before my dying day
hoping I see the day they take the drugs the away
no more crack babies they growing up with rage
they killing black people getting locked up in a cage
they put him in the coffin he wont see another day
family coping with the pain
of loosing a loved one to crack cocaine
thats how the game goes.

outro: i dedicated this one to all the people i lost to the drug game and also to the violence on the streets, and to every thats lost someone to the struggle of life. Yemesi Sakatu rest in peace.

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