Life is like a game, you either end in fame,
or you feel so much shame; and you have
no one to blame, so you're kind of glad you
came, cause you're here to make a name.

It's like the N.F.L. ~~~ you can't tell. If you
lose ... you feel like hell. Your football
jersey smell. You tell your own fans to go
to hell ... oh well.

But when you win ~~~ you were feelin' right
Your game was so tight. It was just your night.

Quarter back sneek at the end of the week.
Now your pockets don't leak, and you feel
like a sheik, and you're far from being meek.

Life is like shooting pool ... you got to be cool;
and the chalk is your tool. All the frustration
and concentration is part of the sensation.

But like the N.BA. life is here to stay. So either
dribble or shoot if you're trying to get some
loot. You're game can't be whack 'cause you're
playing against Shaq.

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