What did you foresee if you lost your game?|
Bodies strewn, lives wrecked, fingers pointing hard
You thought I would come to you just the same
Never thinking I might play the trump card?
Would not to do so be like sacrilege
Like a capo smarming the commandant
Would it not hint lunacy just a smidge
Betray the idiot in the savant?
You beat me when I was yet an infant
You attacked my mother like a viper
You left me to starve like a street urchin
When I stumbled you played rooftop sniper
For me to come to you now like a son
Would mean I'd lost all rhyme and reason.