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...