Dirty Game
Cormega Lyrics


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Yeah
Know what I'm sayin' Premo'
Tell these niggas about my life know what I mean
It's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean

I spend my days in a steel cage
Where brothers feel rage
And get real with razor blades
in ill ways so when my cell close
my brain cells expose
and my pen excels to a part of hell froze
Inside of me was tellin' me to stay out
Reality was tellin' me that if I find a way out
I had to stay out
Plans I had to lay out
In order to elevate from my identity
mentally accelerate
I seen a lot of men break down
Being an inmate
Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes
It was real being concealed in steel gates
Where brothers who feel hate against a another race
Which only indicates a snake mentality
These are my days of reality

Hook:
The streets is a dirty game
My heart's still home in the streets
It's a damn shame
The streets is a dirty game
but niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame
The streets is a dirty game
My heart's still home in the streets they still callin'
It's a damn shame
The streets is a dirty game
but niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame
The streets is a dirty game
My heart's still home in the streets

Often I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirage
Disappearing before our eyes
We were born to strife
Now living in courts decide
Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry
We was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty?
They seen us strugglin'
Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin'
We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are gone
We constantly holdin' on, being broke
And hopin our phone is our only escape
And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere
and women cryin niggas going to jail
A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears
Realizing he's surviving she exhales like Angela Bassett
I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addicts

Hook

I live a lonely existence
Lately I've become a mathematician
As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God
As for sins may he forgive รข€˜em
If you have dreams they can be achieved never give up
Look at me once a convicted felon
Once addicted to sellin'
The substance which corrupted many men in my era
I stood in awe at the dope fiends
Drove by those caught in the coke game
Some proper some locked up some sold claim
The main team wanted the shine
Streets so alive I felt the air breathe
Not only did I misplace time
I could remember as an inmate
At midstate I stayed in the law library
Some chose to lift weight, fine
As if they content with they time
They strip us at the visit
Limit our education
Ridicule us niggas
modern enslavement




Even though I'm out of the cages
I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger

Overall Meaning

The song "Dirty Game" by Cormega is a powerful reflection on the harsh reality of life on the streets and in prison. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the struggles and hardships faced by those who are caught up in the drug trade and the criminal justice system. The song starts with Cormega describing his time in prison, where he spent his days in a steel cage and saw firsthand the violence and desperation that can consume inmates. He talks about the mental toll that prison takes on him and how he had to find a way out in order to survive.


Cormega then moves on to reflect on the broader issues facing his community, including the corrupt criminal justice system and the poverty and desperation that drives so many young people into a life of crime. He talks about his own experiences hustling and how he had to make difficult choices in order to survive. Despite the bleakness of his situation, he never loses hope and encourages others to never give up on their dreams.


Overall, "Dirty Game" is a powerful and deeply personal song that speaks to the struggles and injustices faced by many in our society. It shows the power of music to tell important stories and give voice to those who might otherwise go unheard.


Line by Line Meaning

I spend my days in a steel cage
The singer spent time in prison.


Where brothers feel rage
The prison is a place where inmates are angry.


And get real with razor blades
Inmates often resort to violence using razor blades.


my brain cells expose
The artist's brain opens up when he is in his cell.


and my pen excels to a part of hell froze
The artist uses his writing to escape his surroundings.


Plans I had to lay out
The singer had to create plans to improve his life.


In order to elevate from my identity
The singer wanted to leave behind his past self and become someone better.


mentally accelerate
The artist wanted to improve his mental state.


Where brothers who feel hate against a another race
Some inmates in prison have racist attitudes.


These are my days of reality
The artist is describing his life in prison as a reality he had to face.


The streets is a dirty game
The world outside of prison is full of danger and corruption.


but niggas stay strapped in the hood
People in poor neighborhoods stay armed for protection.


Often I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirage
The singer reflects on the many people who have been unjustly imprisoned.


Now living in courts decide
The criminal justice system decides the fate of people's lives.


Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry
The families of incarcerated individuals suffer emotionally.


We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
People may commit crimes out of necessity due to poverty.


We constantly holdin' on, being broke
People in poverty struggle to make ends meet.


And hopin our phone is our only escape
People in prison hope to find some solace by talking to loved ones on the phone.


I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addicts
The singer is a writer who observes and reflects on the harsh realities of life.


Lately I've become a mathematician
The artist has learned to be discerning in choosing his friends.


Once a convicted felon
The artist has a criminal record.


Once addicted to sellin'
The artist used to sell drugs.


The substance which corrupted many men in my era
The drug trade had a negative impact on many people's lives.


I stood in awe at the dope fiends
The artist is surprised and saddened by the drug addiction he observes.


modern enslavement
The singer sees the prison system as a form of slavery.


Even though I'm out of the cages
The singer is no longer in prison.


I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger
The singer is speaking for those still in prison who are not free to express themselves.




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Ason Unique

I spend my days in a steel cage, where brothers feel rage
And get real with razor blades in ill ways
So when my cell close, my brain cells expose
And my pen excels to a part of hell froze

Inside of me was lookin' for a way out
Reality was tellin' me if I find a way out
I had to stay out, plans I had to lay out
In order to elevate from my identity

Mentally accelerate
I seen a lot of men break down being an inmate
Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes
It was real being concealed in steel gates

Where brothers who feel hate against another race
Which only indicates a snake mentality
These are my days of reality
The streets is a dirty game, my heart's still roamin' the streets

It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strappedย in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin'

It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggasย stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets

Often I think of my people the board
Denied they freedom, a mirage disappearin' before our eyes
We were born to strife, now living in courts decide
Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry

We was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty?
They seen us strugglin', doin' what we have to do to ease the sufferin'
We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
Left the stove on wearin' our sneakers until the soles are gone

We constantly holdin' on, being broke
And hopin' our phone is our only escape
And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin'
Echo in the ear before the copsย came kids was everywhere

And women cryin' niggas goin' to jail
A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears
Realizin' he's survivin' she exhales like Angela Bassett
I'm a poet amongst slums, project, crack addicts

It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin'

It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets

I live a lonely existence, lately I've become a mathematician
As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God
As for sins may He forgive 'em if you have dreams
They can be achieved never give up

Look at me, once a convicted felon, once addicted to sellin'
The substance which corrupted many men in my era
I stood in awe at the dope fiends drove by thoseย caught in the coke game
Some proper, some locked up, some sold claim

The main team wanted the shine
Streets so alive I felt the air breathe not only did I misplace time
I could remember as an inmate at Midstate I stayed in the law library
Some chose to lift weight, fine

As if they content with they time, they strip us at the visit
Limit our education, ridicule us niggas, modern enslavement
Even though I'm out of the cages
I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger

It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin'

It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
But niggas stay strapped in the hood
It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart's still roamin' the streets, the streets, the streets



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The main team wanted the shine
Streets so alive I felt the air breathe
Not only did I misplace time
I could remember as an inmate
At midstate I stayed in the law library
Some chose to lift weight, fine
As if they content with they time
They strip us at the visit
Limit our education"
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AP

This is one of the best rap songs ever.

Mike Woszczynski

It fukin is

Mike Larry

it really is though

1st WORLD

No DOUBT!!!

Michael Lewis

๐Ÿ’ฏ

Joaquin

Still get chills every time I hear this.

Adam Gordon

Real talk ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

That Guy

Facts

Wally M Werdek

Only the real ones can feel this right here.

Jose Ortiz

Between him and az literally the most underrated rappers of all time from rhymes to keeping it street from making u visualize the street life with your eyes close and seeing the suffering and not the illusion of it is inane felt this from heart to heart for real !

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