My life is a hand of poker played in a crooked casino,
Losing at every turn, this cancer beating my chemo,
These syringes take me higher than crack and a cappuccino,
I will end up in a box dressed up with a tie and khakis or chinos,
I've come back down, parachuted from being so broke, God has my soul out for repo,
When I turn around I want to make my entrance grandly incognito,
This battle is Lost, my blood drawn out by racist mosquitoes,
Now I get up seeking revenge for my peoples,
No one around me departs after using those needles,
For once in my life, my actions are right not illegal,
I won't depend on the gamble of the lawyer and his paralegal,
I circle around back to this social casino,
I wasn't strong to beat this depression, and therapy was my chemo,
This is my relapse from being alone and my life played out as a silly game of keno.