Some of us are born lucky Some of us are burn poor Me, I just want a piece of the action Just enough to even the score Even the score...
We reach to grasp the spoils before us Destined by the poisons we choose And what today is one man's tragedy Tomorrow is just another man's news...
We dance on the flames of ancient teachings Embracing the Prophets we seed... We've got the vision of a blind mam Mama Believing these virtues we breathe Oh breathe...
We've been running with the Devil's Fortune Sculptured by all that has been... Take is down to the waters edge now And wash our sins clean... You know what I mean... Do you know what I mean?
Take a look through the veil that stands before us And like the river finds the sea Well, we too will reach our destinations But we are never going to be free...
Some of us are born lucky Some of us are burn poor Well me, I just want a piece of the action Just enough to even the score Even the score...