| There was a time when the earth
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| Was at peace, along came man
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| And he began to change the plan
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| All you high rollers and you low riders
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| All you wise eggs, who lie, steal and beg
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| Lemme try and wizen you snakes
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| I know you never give a sucker an even shake
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| Gather round this table
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| Leastwise all who is able
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| Free love tripsters and
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| Street wise hipster
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| Don’t try to be funny
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| Show your money
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| Better heed the tale of the snake eyes' trail
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| You want to pass do you want to play
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| You want to raise do you want to stay
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| The game is survive
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| You gotta ante up your life
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| The stakes is high
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| Once you in you know you’re in 'til you die
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| You live in a jungle
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| Dealin' with life is always a struggle
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| When you live by the burn
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| You know you out by your turn
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| When you live by your wit
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| It’s a game that you can’t quit
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| When you find out there’s love in your heart
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| It’s the one part that never ever be bought
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| Better heed the tale of the snake eyes' trail
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| Free thinker is a threat
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| To a handcuffed mind
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| Life-actors in a play
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| That’s free for the time
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| You gotta pin it, if you expect to win it
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| Don’t cha peep your hole-card
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| Better throw it out in the junk-yard
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| Ain’t no limit no gimmick
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| Just gimme your money
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| Talkin' to all you hustlers and hoboes
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| All you rustlers with your mojoes
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| When they ask you for help
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| Tell 'em to help theyself
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| When they ask whose turf it is
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| Tell 'em it’s everybody’s earth yes it is
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| When you set in a cell and then you suffer like hell
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| All for the wants they wanna see you on the end of a rope
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| You down and you weary and broke
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| And your dreams they done gone up in smoke
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| All you want is to cope
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| Lord they want to see you on the end of a rope
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| Remember the tale of the snake eyes' trail
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| Whether you out on the streets whether you’re stuck in a jail
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| Whether your stakes is short or too tall
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| In the end you gonna win whether you lose whether raise of whether you call
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| Live your life full and when the chips may fall
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| In the end the ground and the grasses gonna gather it all
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| Heed the tale of the snake eyes' trail |