It's 9:03am Saturday morning and my day has just begun. Restless with only an hour of sleep I'm certainly ready to serve. The phone just started ringing and the addicts need their physician. Who Am I? I'm the hustler with every intent to turn a dollar into two. Blinded by the diamond earrings expensive clothes fresh Air Jordans and classic Cadillacs, it all seems fair. The party life welcomes guys like us with open arms and acquire gentlemens like myself to promote their establishment. I guess you can say they like the swagger we bring as well as the models. We get stared at and judged by folks when the light shines on us for the moment. Our competition on these streets awakes for error to demolish the hustle. They want to see us punished as well as the regular folks who work 9-5. These hills and valleys changes with the pipeline. Prices up and down like it's wallstreet sometimes. The success of the game is very rewarding if cautious and aware of vary surroundings. The failure of it all is DEATH or JAIL. That's it. The life and times of G. Speller is just a reminder of how far I've came and where I'm going. The game is a dead end road. CRASH!!!!