Post by Pony on Oct 8, 2006 14:00:54 GMT -5
You got a game? I hope so, for your sake…’cause everybody’s got a game!
The game comes in many different disguises. And it wears many names. The game can be your Preacher who stands on the pulpit of corruption, disruption, even seduction, while he lays his hands upon your forehead, and forgives you of your sinful ways. The game can be in uniform, and wear the blue of justice. And an attitude even bluer, as a cop talks to a girl like she’s dirt for selling her body, her commodity, her only modesty. Her game of strip-poker, if you will, where she wins a little—but she wins!! Shame on the righteous for looking down on her game, as they conduct their own game of what they sell. And make no fuckin mistake about it, everybody sells something, brother. Oh yes, everybody sells something. We all conduct a shell game of some kind. It’s wrong to treat the whore with the respect you give to criminals, nobody knows the pain she already carries—from johns to cons, from dusk until dawn, from her father who used her like a pawn in his chess game of sexual checkmate on her little girl body. ’Ahhh come to Daddy, you’re such a hottie.’
How dare the motherfucker who looks at her like trash, or arrests her over and over and over so they can run their game, at her cost. At her loss. How dare the judge, the defense attorney, the prosecutor, the expert witness, the bailiff, the cop decoys, and all those in betweens...make their dirty fuckin money, while the whore pays with her integrity, her pride, her body—sometimes her life.
You got a game? I hope so, for your sake…’cause everybody’s got a game, brother!!
The game is in the doctors who rob the kitty when they can, and extort the government, or insurance...and the insurance motherfuckers who extort you. Or your God-like drug companies who deliver life at a God-size premium—and those that can’t afford the game lose with their lives. The game is the politician who gets sucked off by big-money interest groups, including the cute intern who didn’t know the extent of his dirty game, and ended up as bones in a park. When the game looks like a poor old woman that makes $500 a month, and can’t get the medicine she needs to stay alive because everybody’s got a BETTER game than her, then, I have to say, ‘Who’s got the game?’ When tobacco executives sell death to teenagers for billions of dollars, then, I have to say, ’Who’s got the game?’
Is there one motherfucker without a game? When white skinned people came to this land and killed darker skinned people for the yellow streak that runs in some rocks in mountains—that was a game! When the righteous tell it’s people they are better than others because God only speaks like them, and looks like them—that’s a game! When the CEO of Enron loans himself millions of dollars from the company that doesn’t make money, and fucks thousands of employees out of their savings and retirement —that’s a game! When the car salesman tells you, ‘Oh, it’s a real beauty,’ that’s a fuckin game.
And when the single mother needs a brake job, and she has to take her car to the hungry wolves waiting at Firestone—that’s a fuckin game too!
You got a game? I hope so, for your sake….’cause everybody’s got a game, brother!
You call the drug dealer evil, I say, ‘throw him in jail.’ You call the illegal immigrant a law breaker, throw him in jail. You call the gangsta kid that grows up in dangerous streets a thug, throw his ass in jail. You call sucking off some pitiful dude for a few bucks a crime, throw them all in jail.
But I give them moral bail. In my eyes, we are the ones who failed—just one more impoverished coffin for you to fuckin nail—as you play your game - on someone else’s pain. Guilty as charged, for being caught in the rain….as it pours over their faces, mixing with the tears, the fears, the hurtful words from a child’s peers. All I know is I stand too near...too fuckin near!
You got a game? I hope so, for your sake…’cause everybody’s got a game! In my mind, there isn't any shame!