Playing Cards

by Markese
(Huntsville Alabama 35801)

The soul of a man who's done everything he can to help us understand that the cards in our hands could b tha start of all our plans then it all turns to sand grains flowing out my hands covering the souls of my vans I guess this world is bland so f**k it I'm a keep truckin until there ain't nothin tryna switch the subject can result in me jus bustin my double barrel shotty throw yo body in the lobby yelling out come stop me but I'm probably three years away by now having a party police rush the door sayin I'm partly responsible for murder but I've done filed the number off that burner an tossed it around a corner to young man in trouble

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