No see now im far past joe
King, same old seeds i'd sow as
Ol-Tom sawhry about all i've loan
Cuz Time's a finite resource, you see you
Ran out, became the author of a story without
A microcosm of a minute, a millisecond to tell
Me that I've kept this contract with the cosmos
That keeps me wondering as well...
If all of these Has-No's could maybe
possibly be fooling me & you
And everyone you & I ever knew
Into last ditch hail mary plays and
Retributive saving grace's in alley ways
Escaping destiny & predetermined fates
Chronically tardy, empty excuse me's laced with oopsies
Forgive he who just Consistently & unapologetically -
Stays winning at, well you know - the board game bro?
That family game, name something like LIFE by hasbro
Okay, okay, you got me maybe possibly it's Monopoly
Yes, it's true we bought your house,
And yes, the land it stood on too,
See well till debt do us part's a farse
And in post mortem, we will pile please
In single file, all my regrets and debts
Right over, all over and on top of me -
RIP.
