The Hard Game Poem by maxpoet beauty

The hard game,
The hard game,
The running's,
The going up and down,
Most of them Grabbing me,
Ain't the masses no joke,
To come and take me away,
I believe that the Warfare was never Ending,
It was a start,
The Hard life game,
Break my lock out,
The stories that I told you were not different,
I told you of the blacklace style,
That we were done this and that,
In History there is no payment,
In my making,
This is the sharper than the razor,
This is the style,
That it went on and on,
Percolating,
This is the man in all the game tight.