What's a Win???

I have a place that is mine
That's my work when I write, that's mine
It is free
Nobody tells me what to do and I wouldn't listen if they did

It's all mine, it's my world I have invented it
These are my people, this is my language
And now I have come to believe that everybody needs one of those places
It could be gardening

You know, it's just a place where it's you and what you do
It can be creative, it can be computer, it can be anything
But it's your sacred
It's your sacred place and you own it

Yo, the intelligence reserved for whoever involved
That nobody special, but the sword is
All we want is facts with tactics, know size, know yours
Split the sack and share with kin, the split like banana shed it's skin
What's a win without losses?
Gimme the gamut of the spoils

I'm not trying to make choices that are pointless
Pigs with my brother brain matter splattered 'cross his hooves
I used to freeze of the fear, radiation melting my reservation little by little
The risk of the dice roll grew, bigger and bigger
The higher we ascend in the tower, the games get riskier
Victory more elusive, attainable still

A slim chance, uh, converted into a pathway
Watch those niggas by the entrance, they got plans to gas the hallway
All god, no conscience
Blood boiling in my system, my palms itchy
I ponder what my pops think of all this shit that gotta do with me

Days numbered like an excess of inmates
Life has reached a peak
Bleached sun and moon await behind nimbuses painted grey
Half posted up a bay

I feel like everything is a trap
I don't think twice if one of these niggas is strapped, no caps
So when I creep behind foe lines, my movement mimics mood, both become quiet
Until it's opportune to fight back

Oceans are leverage and hundreds twenty bills
And distribute amongst black power something serious
Encounters that encourage militancy
Got me sticking to it as a mouse missteps
And has to reconcile the error wastin' away on a sticky patch

Perhaps it should've been a pumpkin, facts
All I see is stream clears confusion
What I provide to the framework is like a glitch in the game
Don't pop a blood vessel, partner

I know your brain broke and your soul broke
Enemies of the state, so be it
Stonewalled from commencement to the end
To the reboot, to the restart

I'm nobody special, but these skills are (skills are)
This intelligence reserved for whoever involved
All we want is facts with tactics, know size, know yours
Split the sack of shit with kin and split like banana shed it's skin
What's a win without losses?
Gimme the gamut of the spoils, I need all of that (all of that)

Pigs with my brother brain matter splattered 'cross his hooves
The risk of the dice roll grew, bigger and bigger
The higher we ascending in the tower, the games get riskier