Pulled a chair up to a table made of thrift-store pine, Split a forty-dollar paycheck into yours and mine, You said "look what we got," pointing at the open door, I said "yeah, but look what's coming," always braced for more. Rain or sun, we take the weather as it rolls our way, Fold or bet, the outcome's written in the games we play, You got your mama's luck, I got my old man's doubt, But somewhere in the middle, we've been figuring it out. Every hand we're dealt ain't fair, but we still hold the deal, What you make of chance and choice is what becomes real. It's the Luck of the Draw, what we fold, what we hold, Play the hand that we're given, but we write our own roles, We can wait for the wind or we can raise up the sail, Make a path from the pattern—Luck of the Draw prevails. I've been keeping all the pennies that I find face-up, Saving twist-ties, mason jars, that old camping cup, You laugh and call it magic, say I'm chasing signs, But I've learned to see the blessings in the small designs. Morning tea ritual, same chipped mug, same spoon, You hum while the water boils, I sway to your tune, We shuffle through the mundane like it's something to be won, 'Cause showing up is half the game when the day is done. Every coin we flip could fall to either side, But how we catch it, how we spend it—that's the ride. It's the Luck of the Draw, what we fold, what we hold, Play the hand that we're given, but we write our own roles, We can wait for the wind or we can raise up the sail, Make a path from the pattern—Luck of the Draw prevails. Yu see, some man wait pon the lucky break to come, Sit still, watch clock tick, life stay numb, But me? I step forward even when the odds look slim, Plant seed in rocky soil, trust the discipline. Granny used to tell me, "God nuh play wid dice, But Him give you brain fi navigate the spice," So when fortune turn her back, I adjust my stance, Read the room, shift my weight, find a next advance. Mi nuh blame the deck for cards weh dealt to me, Mi shuffle what mi have, play strategically, Some call it chance, some call it fate's design, But I call it showing up and walking the line, Every setback teach, every loss refine, Turn the bitter into better, press the grape into wine, We all face storms, but who gon' learn to dance? That's the difference—taking risk is taking stance. It's the Luck of the Draw (what we choose!), what we fold, what we hold (yeah we choose!), Play the hand that we're given, but we write our own roles, We can wait for the wind (nah, we move!) or we can raise up the sail (yeah we move!), Make a path from the pattern—Luck of the Draw prevails, Luck of the Draw prevails. Deal the cards slow, let 'em fall where they may, But remember who's sitting here with you today It's you, it's me, it's the choices we make— That's the real game we play.
