Sunday, November 11, 2007

A PLAY TOO MUCH

Been playing and flirting with possibilities
They manifested themselves to others as capabilities.
It a gamble of prosperity, when someone says put your life on the line.
Some people actually want to see the jack jump out the box.
As the three bars flirt with disaster again, add little more money.
Stay out of jail cause people going think it's funny.
Some people want to prove the bluff.
Give out stuff that is rough and tough.
Just to see if you will back down, prove that you're just nothing but a clown.

The story of the underdog with the lion roar.
Hands down and heads touch the floor, the great one is adored.
By fans, haters and well wishers, spectators and inspectors.
Making money is fun because a play too much.
I do complain when am getting cheated, by God have some sympathy
Can't you see am trying here, give me some time before you start to compare.

I know I play too much, you want me to act serious.
Serious people either constipated or in jail for murder.
Just give me a chance for me it is no retreat no surrender.
I watch the wine in the glass playing, as it is swirled around.
The glass is on the table and a few men down.
The glass says, fragile handle with care.
Am just a child that plays too much.

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