Rollin' 'Em
I ain't never been a friend of good luck
Unkind are the power balls, scratch-offs, and all that stuff
But I'm feeling good about these
So much so that they got me down on my knees
I got 'em
I feel 'em
They're in my hands
I'm blowin' 'em
I'm shakin' 'em
I'm takin' a chance
They're mine
And I'm shootin'
'Cause I'm a shooter
Pass or Crap
A timid man sees a trap
But I ain't crapping
Instead, I'm big-tapping
7-Eleven
7-Eleven back door Little Joe...
Shake 'em, Shake 'em
I'm betting on me
Roll 'em, Roll 'em
Now, I see who I was born to be
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
