blackjack

With the cards I was dealt I ain't have no excuse But I fold at the first sign of plight in my path Had my mind on the mend and my foot on the gas When you strip it all down you can see all the gashes I welt From the shrapnel itself I was drowning in sin Trying right all my wrongs had my heart on the fence Of me losing it all Same wish on every penny in my well I been trying not to dwell on the freights of my past Lifting weights of my world with no brace on my back Seen my face in the gac now it's gone Sipping all the venom out the flask No surprise that my effervescence crashed Cause my heart made of Bronze