this life isn't life,
it's a game of chance,
relying on decisions,
and it's yours to advance

the dice roll the second we're conceived,
will we be the winners of the race and succeed,
we may win, but winnings not always good,
you could be born a crack baby,
or poor and living in the hood

it's just not fair,
but neither is life.

it's all about conditions,
it's all about morals,
are you going to let it go
or let yourself get caught in a quarrel

it's sad,
I see the good in the bad conditions
and the bad, living not have to be wishing
for some clothes or a plate, but our lives are just a fate
it's beyond your control
so don't even try,
it's a game of chance
and there's always a chance you'll die