Game Play
What can I say, you keep it real; so you think
When you’re sitting there sinking in your thinking
Figuring your next move; trying to predict
Like a chess player; thinking moves ahead
Figuring your strategy; while maneuvering
In position for the kill; sharp wits come up with shit quick
Being aggressive or very coy; game play you enjoy
To get the cuchie licked or the stick wet
The game play makes me sick…
Even if you tell yourself that’s not so
With religious pretentious, Astrological philosophical
Interpretation of the situation is your persuasion
This I know all too well….trust!
All in all; in the end an orgasm a must
Even with emotional needs; games still precedes
The thrill of victory without the agony of defeat
Crossing the finish line; with game so sublime
It totally blows the mind;
With enthusiasm we play; convicted righteousness
Whether under the religious intent or social edict
No matter what the predicate; it’s still pathetic
So I can care less what anyone say
No matter how you slice it; it’s still game play…
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