Game Over

Then claim that he's wrong because you don't feel the same,

He just hating,

Cause he don't feel me,

See can't a brother just speak his mind,

I'm a poet,

It just happens it always rhyme,

Trust me I'm not trying to be a rapper,

I'm already a sick poet,

And nothings even the matter,

All these thoughts go out for free,

But trust me I know someone on the net making money off me,

They think that we all dumb,

I'm just really glad I write just for fun,

I always dreamed of being rich,

But I just feel like that's digging a ditch,

Now I dream of going to heaven,

I don't even want to think of hell,

Most of my friends either dead or in jail,

It sounds like a cliché,

But its real life to me,

The city rough got me looking over my shoulder,

I just thank God that the Games not over.