The Game

YA SEE ..I’ been wifey materialI’ turned down a few DIAMONDSAND some whom claim to be KINGS Truly lacking their SPADES, uninteresting thingsNo intellect just sexual, shuffling the same ole dream.thought I found my ACE ,but he kept HOLDING OUT on me.He kept losing everytime we had a chance, so I cut him and threw up the DUCES and he aint neva been the same . Ran across a few JACKS in the CLUBS ,NO POSSIBLES for me ! Always with their handout Trying to Play A QUEEN !I got no HEART left to play Not a DIME to be took !!No New RECORDS, no new SCORES, NO NEW WINS IN MY BOOK!They'll get SET down again and try to look for a new thang .Oh yeah they'll get sat down again and try to look for a new game .But ya see if i had the chance to do it all over again. I'd Rob them all BLIND then leave the GAME !    

 

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