Funkbucket

I was gonna kick the bucket
When I turned on the TV
They were all in it for money
And there was none left for me

So I called up my accountant
Had me start a new web site
I sold them stuff they wanted
And it kept me up all night

Then I went all Egypt on them
And I just collected Dough
I became a master baker
And I watched the kitchen grow

When I thought I’d bought the farm
And I’d be forclosed on by summer
Who knew back in the spring
That by fall I’d have a hummer

Don’t rush to cash in your chips 
The casino’s up all night
Have some faith in god and self
The sunrise is soo bright

You can’t get used to dying
And your times a one shot game
Don’t predict your wins and losses
It’ll never be the same

To size up for the box 
Before the shoes are tried on
Doesn’t say much for the sox’s
Or the Genes when you are gone

So next time you think its over
Go to bed for another day
Hold your dreams close to your chest
And play your hand just one more way

And maybe your dream lover
Or the fans can see you dunk
When you play the game tomorrow 
And come out of your funk

encouragingi do not know?

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