[INTRO — spoken] Yeah… Life’s a poker table. But watch the dealer… He got tricks in his sleeves. Every card ain’t what it seems. SILL-E… [HOOK] We got no one to hold ’em, No one to fold ’em, No one to tell us when to walk away. No one to run to, No one to run from, You gotta read the cards when the cards start to play. Life’s a poker game, The dealer got tricks. Smoke in the mirror, Got you calling it bliss. Ain’t nobody holding, Ain’t nobody folding, One hand, one life— Don’t get tricked. [VERSE 1] Cards on the table—watch the sleight of hand, Truth in disguise with a lie in the plan. Ace look golden, but the joker got fangs, Devil put diamonds on a counterfeit chain. He’ll make poison look sweet, make a trap look safe, Put a smile on temptation, put a mask on hate. Make a dead-end road look like your escape, Then collect your soul while you celebrate. Three-card monte with the fate of your life, “Pick a card, any card”—now you’re paying the price. What’s behind curtain number two? Something shiny? Something new? That’s the trick—make you chase what glitters, While the real prize sits buried in the mirror. He don’t need chains if he can make you choose ’em, Don’t need a cage if desire becomes the room. [HOOK] We got no one to hold ’em, No one to fold ’em, No one to tell us when to walk away. No one to run to, No one to run from, You gotta read the cards when the cards start to play. Life’s a poker game, The dealer got tricks. Smoke in the mirror, Got you calling it bliss. Ain’t nobody holding, Ain’t nobody folding, One hand, one life— Don’t get tricked. [VERSE 2 — FAST / BAR HEAVY] He dealt me a dream with a nightmare attached, Put a crown on the king while he hid the jack. Stacked the deck? Maybe—who really knows? Sometimes the biggest illusion is thinking you know. Full house, empty heart—now that’s irony, Gold on the wrist, but the soul ain’t free. Straight face, crooked game, everybody bluffing, Some smiles got teeth and some hugs got nothing. I seen a blessing dressed up like a burden, Seen closed doors that were secretly working. Seen temptation dressed up like a blessing, That’s why discernment gotta sit in the section. The devil’s a magician—watch how he redirects, Make you stare at the hand while he works the deck. Smoke, mirrors, misdirection, distraction, Turn a little bad choice into lifelong fractions. He’ll show you what you want, hide what you need, Plant one little thought like a poisonous seed. Then water that thought till it grows into chains— Funny how freedom sometimes comes disguised as pain. [VERSE 3 — GRITTY / PUNCHLINE HEAVY] I learned every joker ain’t funny, Every king ain’t royal, every gold ain’t money. Every ace ain’t an ace when the dealer’s crooked, Every open door ain’t one you should’ve walked through. Some cards gotta burn, some bridges gotta fall, Some losses saved me from a bigger loss. I don’t need to know every card in the deck, I just need to know what deserves my respect. Can’t hold tomorrow. Can’t fold yesterday. Can’t walk from time. Can’t run from fate. So I study the hand while I’m watching the dealer, Read between the lines—truth make the picture clearer. If the trick looks good, I’m checking the strings, If the crown looks bright, I’m checking the king. I ain’t scared of a bad hand—I’ve survived worse, Turned pain into pages, turned pages into verses. The table keeps spinning, the deck keeps moving, But I ain’t letting every shiny card start choosing. [FINAL HOOK] We got no one to hold ’em, No one to fold ’em, No one to tell us when to walk away. No one to run to, No one to run from, You gotta read the cards when the cards start to play. Life’s a poker game, The dealer got tricks. Smoke in the mirror, Got you calling it bliss. Ain’t nobody holding, Ain’t nobody folding, One hand, one life— Don’t get tricked. [OUTRO] Pick a card… Any card… But before you flip it— Ask yourself… Who dealt it? SILL-E.
