Watch and imitate my stride
Trail the footprints of my pride
Not the steps or the visual of my swagger
The decisions made and the results that come after
The hand that was dealt gave me an ace style potential
I bet on love and gamble my present and future credentials
An addict I am because I believed in a good hand
She was a straight flush of my young businessman
Moving the addiction removes the plaque
Blood flowing, heart shock, my hand is stacked
Businessman rises through sewage of mistakes
Relationship guy I'm wicked, thorns on saviors on stakes
Horse like ambition and dog like condition
Success is on the back of a woman's illusion
The path I have taken, lack signs of regret
Steep rocks, big trees, I can’t stop yet
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