Of when I play a game,
That most are prone to play,
We, players have the same,
Intent to win the day.
Sometimes the game is fun,
The rules are fair and just,
We win the game as one,
And feel a sense of trust.
But then we have those days,
The game will take it’s toll,
To filter through the haze,
That lurks within our soul.
Some quit upon the learn,
Of how the game is played,
But whom of us will earn,
Of those of us who stayed?
The time that I begin,
I try to see it through,
And find a way to win,
Whatever I can do.
To strive without a care,
And use whatever tools,
Though maybe not as fair,
But still within the rules.
Don’t like the things you see?
Go toss away your blame.
Don’t go on hating me,
For I just play the game.
T he contentious people play prioritizing purposefully
H appily scribble FANTASTIC dribble
E easily influenced by the scoreboard
G enerating astounding ACCOMPLISHMENTS
A nother DAY in the life of the players
M onotonous tricks of the trade practiced everyday
E xtremely COMPETITIVE
NOT MY ORIGINAL QUOTE: Don't hate the player, hate the game
Making this cash, I hope that it last
Make sure my dreams don't shatter like glass
Living in the streets, got me moving fast
I can't let this opportunity in my grip pass
Gotta' get this cash, gotta' get this cash
Bread hungry, starving, like I got a tape-worm
Never enough, no matter how much, bread I burn
School of hard-knocks, when will you fools learn
Give up, chance expired, now it's my turn
You shouldn't hate the player, hate the game
Losers, there's no cheat codes, you haters' lame
You know the bread's coming in, special delivery
M.O.E, in God I trust, please deliver me
Hamiltons, Benjamins, and any other dead pres'
Money brings power, better do what Simon-Says
Since I got the cash, do whatever I order
You're not gettin' paper? Must have a disorder
The money train's coming, I got my ticket
That means I'm hopping on board, try not to miss it
Better call the bomb squad, and try not to blow it
Moving fast, gettin' this cash, no time to slow it
I loathe you-
I especially hate your face-
But, I really hate that I miss
The salty way that your lips taste-
I hate all your hurtful lies-
That are cleverly hidden behind-
Charmingly deceptive
Clear, blue eyes-
Such a careless, inattentive lover-
I really should have guessed-
That you were too good to be true
& Of course,
you were hidding "others"-
You take off and you leave-
Disappearing somewhere into the night-
Just as I naitievly thought
Everything was begaining-
To start to feel right-
I really dont think that your able to care-
About anybody else-
Because in this life-
Your just in it alone-
Only caring about yourself-
-Erin Anderson 04/20/2012
The whole Truth and nothing but the Truth
The jokes on you, I was fine
Just keep it real, that's my line
Little did u know
It's part of my flow
From this game I do resign.
Every word from my pink lips
There Were no mistaken slips
I never once felt love
No wish from God above
I played you with all my tips
hate the player hate the game
No matter it's all the same
The one biggest lie
I'm sure u will cry
You've only yourself to blame
Germaine Pasley
He opened the door
I did th sin
Against all wills
I let him in
Chaining a heart
Choking the pulse
Robbing a life
3 crimes unfalse
Me,right here
Just the one to blame
"Dont hate the player
Hate the game"
He said he's changed
Said:"Never again"
Said i was important
Love for who i am
But my crimes Was nothing but letting my only pump in rape I just parked my life At the
sidewalk today.
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