Exhausted, gross and ambling
Black Jack hit the road, broke from gambling
Will he ever make it back? Only the Fates know
Trying to reside on that land where greener grasses grow
But he’s lost sight of the fences
And his compass can’t sense the Cardinal’s directions
Just a week ago his life was swell
Now his lungs are filled ashes, stranded in Hell
Marbles, nah yo, he lost those
Chose the wrong damn path at the crossroads
It’s such a shame how the tables can change
One small infraction and life’s rearranged
Strange, this is the world unveiled
A place of avalanches, wicked seas, and harsh gales
Oh weary traveler, you’ve only begun
Your journey of one thousand miles, starts with one

He wakes up before dawn to pray
Only God can fathom the demons he’s going to see today
He sees a ray of sunshine rising from a bed of rocks
Hopelessness escaped confinements of Pandora’s Box
A masochist’s paradise, all he knows is pain and strife
Sadists torture him, edging him towards the knife
War, famine, pestilence, ultimately they end in death
The final horseman’s more of a savior, taking his final breath
He’s got nothing left, but keeps it all inside
Even with these torments he can’t imagine forsaking pride
Then his stomach rumbles, telling him it’s crazy hungry
So he swallows his pride to nourish his tummy
Yo ain’t funny, they tell him there’s gonna be a brighter day
But you don’t know the feeling of the ever looming bills to pay
One slip caused his kingdom to fall
Because all ain’t meant for one, and one ain’t meant for all
There’s more to life than just games and fun
You’re going to have to sweat here in the land of the Sun

Damn! It isn’t going as planned
Can’t just snap back, lacks the will of a rubber band
Damned, he just can’t understand
Once the top dog, living in high demand
Than, the hourglass ran out of sand
Watch as the seconds slip through his hands
What is the meaning of this horrible twist?
What horrid demon’s steady dreaming of this horrible shit?
Should he just quit? Throw in the towel?
Play by their rules, he swore he’d never kow-tow
Bow down, how can he face defeat?
But it sure would be nice to have a place to eat
They tried to tell him, but he didn’t want to listen
Now there are so many things in life he’s missing
Thus is the price of ignorance, nigger
You either learn the friggin’ rules, or pull the trigger