@theprofessor,
Life is a sports game, training for the qualifier's never been so painful
Every day the coch determines our aim
The pitch is where the match is played
Positions being shifted every moment whether we run at night or during the day
It doesn't matter what shirt we wear or shorts we rock
We're always gonna get knocked, blocked or tackled to the ground
Knickerbocker glory-fied (glorified), dived on and caught by surprise
right before our eyes gaze on winning another round
And it's all being played in surround sound
Dolby-Digital style, feel the motherfucking drums pound
And as you're down and out, the impact leaps for joy
You've just sustained a bloody face from these evil boys
And they've got angry faces that make you go to pieces
kinda like Lucifer when he tried to goad Jesus
That's the whole thesis on the game of deceit
You get spun, the web is where you lay every week
Unaware of the fixtures
A dirty game and violence are terrible mixtures especially if you're a very good pitcher
But if you can pull a cool manoeuvre then you're ahead of the game
You'll be ahead of the system and a step up the chain
Beware of predators dressed up as prey
Wolves in sheep's clothing can target you any time of the day
Get your mind right and keep your eyes peeled
For every day there's a villain out there plotting to kill
If you've got gold teeth, keep your mouth shut
If you're wearing a gold belt, hide it in your guts
Life can pass you by without you blinking
So it's imperative never to let your enemy know what you're thinking