Trying to win in all phases of
the game, but still running in place and
slipping up on the sunny side of the street
with busted laces. Like a redhead kid
with Bond Jaws braces I
smack obstacles down and
try to give dreams chases. I'm
going to take my bad luck down
to the numbers makers and dog races
with my Springfield in the mount and
bit chomped up so long
the pieces go down tasteless.
Going to pick a winner
one of these days, a sure thing
to set record paces or
gun down every last missed guess and
misstep until my misfortune
trips high pair, diamond spade aces.
