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My Turn

I Thought it was my turn, well I guess it aint. Wish I could have played my cards, but I guess I can’t I was working with all trumps like Donald, we was goin win so who cares. But you thought all I was concerned with was the two pair. I was ready to play the deck. Not ready to play the mess. You tryin to play the curve. But I can’t play the catch. Willin to play the game, play it right and play the role. Willin to say the same, say it right and say my role. But ya questions of the lessons is stressing Don’t lay the heart on the table if clubs led: Message. Play the suit and listen wit ya eyes and not wit your lobes Believe none of what you hear and half of what you know. If you goin play wit a partner trust that they’ll come through. Play the queen of spades, you get beat be sure I’ll play the deuce. All that I ask is that you don’t question what I do. Even if I got a hand full of possible’s I’m still goin make it do what it do. I’m a card player, so workin wit an unsure partner aint goin flow. If I aint hype about the hand don’t mean I aint got the O. The worst thing you could do to the champ is say he full of hot air. Go there? Not there? I’m the king; I’ll show you how I got Heir. Get me a new partner, got you askin why I’m not there. But we’ll end the game at a stalemate, cause its stale mate. Had to play it wrong, played it too long now a break I shale take.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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