I scattered a bit of my feelings, dropped my heart in and out of this world
I'm not the type to gamble but I've dealt a hand or too in this fast game
Winners don't go home happy, i guess we were never playing for ourselves just passing time
In the end only those who paid attentions could understand
I've played I declare war with the world over and over
And i declare war on the 1000 pounds of guilt live carried my shoulders
On to the next door of chances
A new opportunity has landed
yet it is stranded
Cause there is not one nerve cell in my mind that can understand it
on how this second chance upon me was granted
What liquor couldn't fix I had to find in other ways, but pain doesn't ease that easy
Feeling like I'm the gun with no trigger, the target always in front of me but I can never take the shot
You try walking down the street eyes wound up, the cars and the cats don't move in the blind though
Who ever heard of the elegant ass-hole, who ever cares about the man that gets knocked off
I demand a meeting with Victory and Defeat
Ask Victory why he doesn't greet me as much as Defeat does
Every time I am greeted with Defeat I cant even speak
Like walking millions of fee
Cat got my tongue i no longer know what to say unto you
but....... Thanx for teaching me what down was like so now I can appreciate Up when it greets me again
Collaboration: Marcus A. Blake & Terrance Dwanye Mack
