Friday, March 11, 2011

Break from the sober


When it lands it lives, let die to take what it gives.
Leave it for sivs- suckers, make em be chuckers.
Falling for fails, looking for cages- land em in jails.
Call real nothing, because it aint real bluffing.
Cards in a row, say what you want you have no row.
Can see it in your eyes, the cards you say is lies.
Won a few hands, but you belong in the stands.
Faking the sands, take it up but it slips throuhg your hands.
Dollars make you weak, failing your legs- revealing your cheek.

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