January 17

Gun on your front porch next 2 the tiles and welcome mat
Out comes a flag that says bang!

What do u fight for is it to die for, is it so bad?
Enough to shoot out in vain?

You pass it over and up end out if bounds
I pass a note in ur name

I cross it over now it's a foul
I shoulda known who I was playin!

On the board
I dont know
But it always seems to get away
But now
It's all in my hands!

Yea I'll go
I dont know
But I always seem to get in my way
But now it's all in my hands

Throw down the broken glass before I fall down
It's just reflection of self

Pick up a gun and put that book down
Last on the "self help" shelf

On the board
I dont know
But it always seems to get away
But now
It's all in my hands

Yea I'll go
I dont know
But I always seem to get my way
But now it's all in my hands

On the board
I dont know
But it always seems to get away
But now
It's all in my hands!

Yea I'll go
I dont know
But I always seem to get in my way
But now it's all in my hands



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Spencer
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