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Your knees when you begin to bow
Your cards when you begin to lose
You clothes when you don't need them now
Cuz slowly you will rot away
Your dust will settle in this room
The punchline of a vintage play

The colors in your hair turn white
The cells will all begin the fight
The viruses begin to bite

The bullet when you love your friend
You tongue when you feel like a jerk
Your lip when you try not to laugh
Remember when you had it good
You'd whine about it every day
But now you'd have it if you could

The colors in your hair turn white
The cells will all begin the fight
The viruses begin to bite

Time and time and time again you forget that part of the plan is trying to keep up...trying to think ahead...trying to step on everyone else so you could always leave with the win....without a soul to tell you no or make you have to think twice you roll the dice
The gambler of a tragic demise.
You lost the chance to be a man
You lost your chance to be kind
I'll write your name in your dust
For all your children to find
They'll kick your dust in the air 
They'll blow it out to the streeeeeeee.........." listen to the song if you want to know the rest👄💅🏻🖕🏿❤️👀

Written by M. Wisdom, A. Diener, & B. Ray
Produced by B. Ray & M. Wisdom
Mixed by B. Ray
Mastered by Erik Wofford

Guitars: Nick Diaz
Saxophones: Bryan Ray
Trumpets: Derek Phelps

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ATX composer/producer Michael Wisdom collaborates with musical masterminds Lonely Child, Odd Robot, Strvck, Darin Layne, and many others.  

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