Shots in the dark
It’s no wonder why you can’t make the mark
It’s no wonder you done lost from the start
It’s no wonder I don’t feel for your loss
Shots in the dark
Like those holes in your heart
Oozing death into the ark
Hope sinking in the fog
Debased are your ways
Like a bigot with a boat full of slaves
Sittin high up on your horse full of plagues
No end to the depth of your grave
Waste all your days
Flippin debts you can’t repay
Maxing out your own paper chase
Shots throwing deuce to your face
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