The GG Blues

Let me tell you a story;
A fable, a story of sorts
About a bunch of players,
More haters, of course
Who seem to think they understand
And sloved the riddle to our master plan.

In hating you have missed it
Our loud yet simple way
Of playing a game of GT
Like we do about everyday
What we have is called respect
For those that feel the same
That GT has people and style
To bring us back, that much is plain.

From my first giddy up there were haters
Hell, my last game had a hater too
DonÔÇÖt think that youÔÇÖre going to faze us
We have seen so many like you
Your name ends up forgotten
Like all the rest before
Our party had already started before you hit the door.

I wish you fools would show your face
You hide behind masks of friends
Is it cuz we'll put you in your place
And game as you knew it would come to an end?

You act as though PRT means
We canÔÇÖt fight, smoke or swear
That is where you got it all wrong
I'll blast you outta your underwear.

Cuz respect is earned
Not given or borrowed
By better players than you have I been zeroed
What youÔÇÖre fighting against is friends and not groups
Players of the heart, so we always recoupe

Go on and come at me
But expect to feel the burn
The way I look at it, itÔÇÖs just your turn
And we will still be playing long after you
Give up and go home to live and learn too.

- Peace SiR ViX PRT