It seems people always be playin' the race card

Always quick to blame the next man because they weren't dealt the ace card

Just because you got a bad hand, don't mean the deck was fixed

I guess I can't expect the world to give up on what we were bred for
Caring for our young, setting up our dynasty

But how can talent expect to get ahead when we have just so many

"Legacies"

Maybe in the hand we're dealt we need a option for reshuffle (let's mulligan)

Because we never got a chance to choose what parents we got

But still to be thankful, because there's always a step down

A hop skip and a jump worse

So all I'm saying is "remember babe, you ain't got it THAT bad!"

So lets do what we can, make what we make, and be who we be

For the sake of the future

All of our futures

Because hoarding it for one, trying to gain at another man's expense

There are always winners and losers

And there can't be no different 

That'd be communism!

But what can I say

Maybe instead of communism, just a little communityism

Affirmative action for ALL affected factions

For the ones who didn't get that good hand

The ones that got flushed by royalty instead of the royal flush

Maybe then we won't have anyone pulling out joker cards, wild twos and

Uno cards just to make ends meet

Monopoly money don't buy groceries, so I stuck up the corner shop

But there isn't a "get out of jail free" card

Not in this game of life

And we never accounted for the pieces that fell off the board

Out of sight, out of mind you know?

Like hiding monopoly money under the board to pull out that last minute surprise

But that ain't the last of life's little surprises

And in monopoly there is no baby food fee

Or college debts setting you back

Guess the real game of life is just too real to be played at the kitchen table

© 2006 Eugene Aarons-Cooke