Ace Up My Sleeve

Cold cards cold sweat shuffling cheques Bait in the water but no one bets Blinds drag slow the table is tight Limp to the river it’s hunting night Sharks circle the weak swim near I smell blood my time is here Pocket hustle slick and clean They chase a wheel they chase a dream False bravado overplayed A reckless wager and price unpaid Flop flips hot my hammer lands They never saw the reaper’s hand One step two steps fourth street stroll A fool’s last chance a final toll River rolls their fate is set All in blind one last regret Their chips are mine their dream undone I lift the pot the night is won Dust their stack send them back ATM bound while I fade to black