Queen, Jacks, Hearts, and Spades
Queen, Jacks, Hearts, and Spades, My personality fades, In a world where exploitation is the exposition for every living respiration. A world where in desperation, no man does speak his self truths, A world where one wrong move could make you lose this competition, Fame and fortune is the only designation. And as I still walk down those school hallways From personal experience one of these days It’s not the clothes I wear, It may be my act. Or maybe what I wear on my head The fact that...






