THE CURSE OF THE JACKPOT

[VERSE 1] Gold hits hard, a blazing flood. Pulse like hammers in my chest. Crowd erupts, the screens go blind— I rise crowned in neon fire. Hands twitch wild, fever climbs, A throne built quick on rigged machines. [CHORUS] CURSE of the jackpot— Fortune grins with a hidden blade. CURSE of the jackpot— Every win digs a waiting grave. [VERSE 2] Riches rot, the paper bleeds. Courts and vultures tear the haul. Bankrupt dawns, divorce court nights, Addiction gnaws through brittle bone. Fame turns toxic, breath runs thin— A winner dead before the cheers fade. [BRIDGE] Vampires clawing at my door. Blood kin begging for a cut. “Help me—lend me—save me now.” Every word a rusted chain. Bonds collapse, the marrow drained. Love reduced to open wounds. [CHORUS] CURSE of the jackpot— Fortune grins with a hidden blade. CURSE of the jackpot— Every win digs a waiting grave.