Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Game, artist - Cormega.
Date of issue: 26.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Game |
Yeah, know what I’m sayin' Premo |
Tell these niggas about my life, you know what I mean |
It’s been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean |
I spend my days in a steel cage, where brothers feel rage |
And get real with razor blades in ill ways |
So when my cell close, my brain cells expose |
And my pen excels to a part of hell froze |
Inside of me was lookin' for a way out |
Reality was tellin' me if I find a way out |
I had to stay out, plans I had to lay out |
In order to elevate from my identity |
Mentally accelerate |
I seen a lot of men break down being an inmate |
Now I realize I couldn’t make the same mistakes |
It was real being concealed in steel gates |
Where brothers who feel hate against another race |
Which only indicates a snake mentality |
These are my days of reality |
The streets is a dirty game, my heart’s still roamin' the streets |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
My heart’s still roamin' the streets, they still callin' |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
My heart’s still roamin' the streets |
Often I think of my people the board |
Denied they freedom, a mirage disappearin' before our eyes |
We were born to strife, now living in courts decide |
Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry |
We was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty? |
They seen us strugglin', doin' what we have to do to ease the sufferin' |
We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin' |
Left the stove on wearin' our sneakers until the soles are gone |
We constantly holdin' on, being broke |
And hopin' our phone is our only escape |
And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' |
Echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere |
And women cryin' niggas goin' to jail |
A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears |
Realizin' he’s survivin' she exhales like Angela Bassett |
I’m a poet amongst slums, project, crack addicts |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
My heart’s still roamin' the streets, they still callin' |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
My heart’s still roamin' the streets |
I live a lonely existence, lately I’ve become a mathematician |
As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God |
As for sins may He forgive 'em if you have dreams |
They can be achieved never give up |
Look at me, once a convicted felon, once addicted to sellin' |
The substance which corrupted many men in my era |
I stood in awe at the dope fiends drove by those caught in the coke game |
Some proper, some locked up, some sold claim |
The main team wanted the shine |
Streets so alive I felt the air breathe not only did I misplace time |
I could remember as an inmate at Midstate I stayed in the law library |
Some chose to lift weight, fine |
As if they content with they time, they strip us at the visit |
Limit our education, ridicule us niggas, modern enslavement |
Even though I’m out of the cages |
I’m the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
My heart’s still roamin' the streets, they still callin' |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
It’s a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
My heart’s still roamin' the streets, the streets, the streets |