The Game
The Game
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Game raps about how we, as African Americans in this country are dying. Whether by gang violence (black on black crime) by police officers (with the recent of Mike Brown & Eric Garner) police brutality, with the government not caring about African Americans or just plainly killing us or black wo...
[Produced by Cozmo]
[Intro: Stacy Barthe]
We are dying, we are dying
Are we gonna die? Are we gonna die?
We are dying
[Verse 1: The Game]
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' Time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between Israel and Palestine
All this world news, all these dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty"
Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
Got them Xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear them gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as victims
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga Compton comin'
Purge
[Chorus: Stacy Barthe & (The Game)]
We are dying, we are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying, some times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
[Verse 2: The Game]
What if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald Sterling hopped in his Benz
I got one, beam on the back of his dome
Palm sweaty on the back of the chrome
That's my adrenaline
So we purge Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South Sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for the families, they deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas know who shot that plane down
Two hundred and ninety eight innocent lives severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings all the way to heaven
And so we Purge
[Chorus: Stacy Barthe & The Game]
We are dying, we are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying, some times
(Sometimes I wanna)
We are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
[Verse 3: The Game]
Imagine going to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them same cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
I hope his mama tears is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson with this German ruger
Cause I'm probably more like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my nigga Pac was livin'
But he fell victim to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney King
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole
And shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge
[Chorus: Stacy Barthe & The Game]
We are dying, we are dying
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
(Sometimes I wanna purge)
We are dying, some times
(Sometimes I wanna)
We are dying
(purge)
[Outro: The Game]
This song is dedicated
To my engineer Jus' wife
Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm
To stomach cancer
2 days before my son Harlem's 11th birthday
Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life
I'll never understand death, shit
Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy
I'll never understand
Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge
Eventually we all victims of the purge
Us killers, what's keepin' us alive
It's a question nobody got the answer to
So PURGE!
The Purge was written by Stacy Barthe & The Game.
The Purge was produced by Cozmo.