O how I love these sinful steps walking through Paradise
Blow in my nose, shaking a pair of dice and waking to a pair of dikes
Mesmerized by the lights, they shine, they bright, they blind
And when my pupils regain vision its only focused on dollar signs
That's why my hobby is betting some call it luck, I call it skills
And with my bosses protection I could give a fuck how anybody feels
So crossing me is never acceptable cause bossman letting u live is questionable
As much money I help enter his pockets he'll be quick to exit your soul
Its a guarantee when u place bets with me, you'll always make a profit
Stuck in a pinch, just invest a g whether boxing or oxygen
Its a win-win so my clientele include from pastors to congressman
In the city of sin, the lines pale to the morality of pledges and promises
And so unfolds my fate, one lose in five years on a horse race
I would think my cloat proved heavy but not enough for them not to torch my place
Left me forced to face this bullshit on my own
The boss took my security turned his back and left me all alone
Too many get the picture but seem to crop it off often
When dealing with the bosses u are expendable they will only pay for your coffin
Now I travel from state to state with no place to stay
Cause my umbrella crumbled before my eyes with great decay
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