Win, Lose or Draw

Win...Lose...Draw...Die<br><br>Scarface:<br><br>I read the book of Revalations<br>and now I realize we in revalations<br>and on that note I make this statement<br>For all the young guns to become one to die young<br>because the world is filled with hatred <br>and they aim to blame our sons<br>and I done seen down the barrel of a strap before<br>but I don`t wanna die no mo`, I fear the reaper<br>help us Jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness<br>and deliver us from the hate that cause the madness<br>I`m glad its installed in me from day one<br>Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing<br>and paying for it, God bless your souls, I`ll be praying for it<br>eventually you`ll have your day in court<br>and I done been a witness to homocide<br>seen a whole family die<br>before the stones of diamonds in the sky<br>through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate<br>that I`ve trapped inside because the hurtin` hard to ache<br>there`s a smile on my face<br>but, that`s to keep a man from crying<br>cause deep down inside, I know I`m dying<br>I`m born for it, gon` take some time to getting used to<br>and Satan I know that your listening but I rebuke you<br>and refuse to let you capture me and kill my will<br>just to survive the game of life, win or lose<br>do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will<br>to survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die<br><br>Chorus (Johnny P):<br><br>(2X)<br>Whether we win or lose this life to do or die<br>but sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why<br><br>DMG:<br><br>Open my hands like a book<br>years and years me and my notebook <br>I take a close look<br>Peep it dread see myself failing<br>a felon on the verge of 1-8-7<br>but I ain`t ever wanna do it <br>`cause homocide never solved it,<br>just momentarily resolved it<br>we`ve all been involved in the calling of a loved one<br>oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums<br>and not begun with some<br>and they all probably died with none by the gun<br>that`s on the one, two, three and the fo`s for life<br>I slap five on the black hand side<br>I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter<br>so I pray to God just for tomorrow<br>In lieu of the drama I move my momma <br>but the poverty`s prolonging the pain<br>plugging my arteries and veins with strains<br>when I lose in this game<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Lo-Ke:<br><br>12/11/73, a young little huster was born<br>torn from my momma`s womb in the midst of the storm<br>never warned I was going through a world of stress<br>never knew that I was born for death, may God bless<br>My pops died when I was thirteen, I`m still tripping<br>forget living, I`m on a suicidal mission<br>tears dripping from my eyes as I look up at the sky<br>asked the higher power why my old man had to die<br>It was hard to say goodbye I tried to hide what I feel<br>forget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)<br>I`m at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out<br>would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out<br>I`m all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again<br>but I can`t make through the night without commiting a sin<br>I had to realize there wasn`t no friends, backstabbin<br>I had to watch my own back while I was out mashin`<br>closed caption for the hearing impaired<br>have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead?<br>I shed a tear even though I`m not supposed to cry<br>I can`t lie I ain`t ready to die, I ain`t ready<br><br>Chorus