Some Topic Type Shit i thought of... im tryna relate "the game" into a real life sports type game... the effect is has on people and what not... just some shit...
This game is a bitch; I know this aint making it quick//
Tho it beats me down it’s a habit BaYzHe is unable to quit//
In the training room, which would happen to see the scars//
Iced up, unrolling more tape than VCR’s//
I rap so much it’s on my finger, then on my leg and wrist//
You better sit wherever you’re feeling less scared of this//
Ya know, in the stands, back row, and never on the field//
But I’m scrapping front and center; I’m expecting I’mma kill//
Testing out your wills, cuz your broken spirit is succumbing to//
Me making you do all the shit that you don’t wanna do//
The Steelers got the Bus; he’s a premier back, no doubt//
But he isn’t worth a dime when all they do is pass around//
You gotta do what works, and when you can’t the game is now mine//
Its easy, feeble emcees can either hit the weights or resign//
I’m like Mike on the court, a winner who could never retire//
A love for the game that burns with every desire//
So I take my hits, and endure the pain from the game//
But its worth it all right at the moment I’ve taken the day//
This game is a bitch; I know this aint making it quick//
Tho it beats me down it’s a habit BaYzHe is unable to quit//
In the training room, which would happen to see the scars//
Iced up, unrolling more tape than VCR’s//
I rap so much it’s on my finger, then on my leg and wrist//
You better sit wherever you’re feeling less scared of this//
Ya know, in the stands, back row, and never on the field//
But I’m scrapping front and center; I’m expecting I’mma kill//
Testing out your wills, cuz your broken spirit is succumbing to//
Me making you do all the shit that you don’t wanna do//
The Steelers got the Bus; he’s a premier back, no doubt//
But he isn’t worth a dime when all they do is pass around//
You gotta do what works, and when you can’t the game is now mine//
Its easy, feeble emcees can either hit the weights or resign//
I’m like Mike on the court, a winner who could never retire//
A love for the game that burns with every desire//
So I take my hits, and endure the pain from the game//
But its worth it all right at the moment I’ve taken the day//