You think it’s a game

True story. For all the “pimps” and “playas.” One afternoon, a friend and I were conversing. As usual, we talked about the things young guys talk about. You know: Money, women, and other things in life that motivate the “flesh.”
Of course, at the moment neither one of us was concerned with mentally and spiritually bettering our “selves” as we were concerned with obtaining these things. Anyway, as the conversation continued, my friend told me about a certain female that we were both familiar with from seeing around the way.
She was a very rich young lady from a rich family who, as far as I could tell, appeared to be very strong-minded and knowledgeable about her “self.” From what I had seen of her, she was a good girl.
My friend happened to meet this young female one-day and she, as he explained, made him an “offer”. Now this friend of mine happened to be in a very tight relationship with the mother of his children. Yet and still, he was tempted by the girl’s “offer.”
“Say dog, you think I should ‘hit’?” he asked me.
Now at this time in my life, I was too busy acting like everybody else and not trying to do the right things myself. “Go ‘head and hit that bruh,” I COULD’VE said. “Do ya thug thing,” was the response he WOULD’VE liked. But something inside of my “self” wouldn’t allow my “flesh” to speak, even though I was in no position to preach to anybody about wrong or right.
“Nah bruh,” I simply replied. “You need to maintain for your ol’ lady, ya dig.” That was all I said. I didn’t even think my friend was actually trying to hear me. Weeks went by, and we never spoke again about that young lady. Until….
One evening while I was out shooting the breeze, my friend approached me with a “shook” demeanor, as if someone had died. “What’s happnin’ bruh?” I asked him.
“Say dog, I’m glad I took your advice,” he said.
“What advice, bruh?” I asked not knowing what he meant.
“Remember that girl I was tellin’ you about that was gonna let me ‘hit’?” he asked me. “Well she got sick and went to the hospital.”
“For real,” I said. “She got a cold?”
“Nah dog. Full blown AIDS.”
Still think it’s a game “playa”? Quit playin’ with ya “self.”