Dirty Game

On the cold streets of Crackston, Georgia, there was only one commandant the young hustler lived by: get rich or die tryin’. While decent folks worked a 9–5 and waited on the Lord for salvation, the young took to the streets for their own deliverance. Instead of waiting for a pie in the sky, they whipped up their own pies. Cutting precise slices, they toiled daily delivering their load up and down the highway of sin, praying for profit. But their hustle did not go unanswered, as some were saved out a life of poverty , while the rest were cast into the hell of despair. Money become their salvation and fame their deliverance. In the end, what seemed as the way out was the trap that keep them enslaved. Old School: “Young blood, the game is lose-lose: you either go lose everything you got or everyone you love.”