yoi am sitting back just trying to .relax. you have to pay your dues a players tax real recognizes real time to face the facts bitches chasing sacks hustling on their backs feeling no pain the backstabbers at my door are driving me insane. im getting high trying o catch a fade a hustler in the game trying to avoid a raid im in the streets ready to sell my soul on the block avoiding patrols1 im out of control slowly going insane these streets are deadly no one knows my name my circles getting smaller very few remain societies outlaws have no one ro blame holding their head up ignoring the shame a slave to the hustlers games trying to make a change and turn the page stop thinking of the cage family strains locked doors and collapsing veins a prisoner of my addiction so lil hope remains lost in the struggle of Hustler games 1