The Gamble Of Life

Life is anything... But the world is...in your mind.

The Gamble Of Life

The battle line has been drawn.
The enemies support, have won.
Villains and heroes remain
unknown.
Life's a war in which you either
earn ranks, or die a pawn.

Years into the battle, and there's
only the remainders of men.
We keep turning in circles, only to
meet the same things again and
again.
Have we lived that long? Cuz
everyone's a villain. It's just
wrong.
It's hard to live when our only
drives are pride and pain.

Masks all over, we can't tell who's
who anymore.
So directionless, we don't know
what we're looking for.
Life is messed up. Everything's
just a bunch of nothing.
We live. We sin. We do bad and
many more.

It's hard to tell the difference
between a good guy and a sinner.
Everyone seeks to err. The line
between us and demons keeps
getting thinner.
But not for me. I know better that
to be guided by icons who are
wicked minded.
Yes. I lose now. But that's what
makes me a winner.

We think that an image can make
an object.
Absurd? That's what you do
whenever council you reject.
Look to a star to inspire who you
are.
Toss into the gutter, your culture,
your family and respect.

Get a girlfriend. Get with her. Yes.
It's fine.
Love her, make love to her that's
the finish line.
Then the prize. She gets bigger,
but not better, so you start telling
lies.
'It was you!' she points a finger.
And all of a sudden, 'It's not mine.'

Drink. Get wasted. If you're rich
enough, get busted.
Or, get in an accident. Look
through the rear view mirror!
That's your life, you just sped past
it.
Leave people crying. It's bloody, or
maybe nursing your nearly dead
body.
Now that's life. Don't lie to
yourself. That's being stupid!

Get in a gang. Beat someone up
and get away with it. You're sick!
Play hard. Hit and run. Yeah dude,
you're slick!
Get AIDS. It's part of the game.
Now, you're lame.
Turn 25 in a sick bed. Five months
later, die skinny in some hospice
or clinic.

Go to school. Make money and live
great.
Make more money on top of your
money. You've got your sh#t
straight.
Have a big crib. A great job a wife,
and people around your life.
Watch your kids mess it all up. You
built the perfect tool to break
them. Money. You should have
been a poor 'family' in stead.

We lose ourselves on our way to
find one thing-EVERYTHIN G.
Blind enough, not to realize that
all of it is ultimately nothing.
Lost between needs and wants.
Trying to be you, afric-CAN'Ts.
But wake up! The road to success
is not built on money. But joy and
blessings.

Life's what you make it.
It's a journey. It's a battle. It's
even chocklet.
But ultimately, we all lose it.
That's the finish line. You are a
hero if good by the time you kick
the bucket.

Keep Smiling