Every card I was dealt said bad decision, so how can anyone expect me not to draw? I will shoot and aim higher with phenomenal precision even if it means a bullet lands in your head.

I'm through playing games,
I'm through listening
Everyone likes to hear themselves talk
But we all know money walks the walk
Too many followers mimicking;
Cheerleaders
Too many followers tweeting
All birds
No bees
They sees where I reside
All rhythm and blues
You snooze?
You lose
We play for keeps
But yet every card
I was dealt
Said bad decision
I wonder what it'll take
For one of us
To gain some vision.