Master of The Game

Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so absolutely obstreperous, cantankerous representation populating the office of the president. Miscalculation's evident, scary in its own, as we all kno it's not innocent till proven guilty anymore, but guilty till innocent. Billions of dollars squandered in an attempt to implement democracy, hypocrisy is presented openly, Hillary Clinton's treason that Supreme Court ruled not to be. Obviously the problem's not necessarily abroad, kids shooting up schools, might be the absence God. More broken homes. No longer are jobs offering benefits cuz poor planning and impatience played a part. Not sure how y'all feel when it come to these issues of the home front, cuz soldiers die everyday fighting for a winnable war wen years before, Sting's song told us there ain't one! Forgive me any if I've offended with this $10 Stylus pen in my hand, intention is shedding light on problems directly effecting the American Dream promised of this Land. And with that in mind, I got half a mind to turn the tide reverting to the Wild West times, epitomizing asynine! Might be logical to tote a nine, what with Dooms Day Preppers on T.V. and law enforcement officers committing homicides. Respite for all, astronomical proportions loom over us in fear of an A-bomb, convoluted ideals conducive to resurrection that's yet to be spoke of. Incredible is the Divine's unfathomable plain, the author of fate, attributed claim as Master of the Game, it's too whom you pray to in Jesus' name; G-O-D spells it all, the rainbow after the rain....