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The Game of the
Streets
By Andrea Tabnor
The youths of the
streets are playing what they call a "GAME", and they're the players The "GAME" that's being played is a deadly game with no rules only consequences If they're not willing to play the "GAME" without rules then automatically they have to pay the consequences The players of the "GAME" start playing confused, they get misguided Not only do they lose the "GAME" they lose their life Your playmates find someone else to play the "GAME" with because you're not around anymore The players will always' remember you for that moment, When they leave that cemetery and go home you're no longer in their memory They start looking for other players to play the "GAME" while your life is gone without any fame What kind of a "GAME" is worth losing your life What kind of a "GAME" makes your mom cry at night What kind of a "GAME" takes away your daylight What kind of a "GAME" makes you live in fright What kind of a "GAME" makes you hold a grudge That kind of a "GAME" makes you see a judge This game is not worth playing it only causes pain and sorrow I wish it never existed so Jane-Finch could have a better tomorrow |
