Treachery is black
And blood is red
I know many things
That remain unsaid
Some play checkers
While I play chess
I know I am right
I don’t have to guess
Behaviors, mannerisms, comments and looks
The shit I read
You don’t find in books
Whispers that go on
Behind my back
I’ll figure it out
Because I have that knack
I like to play dumb
Pretend I’m a mute
But the real truth is
I’m rather astute
It’s partly a gift
And often a curse
If it was up to me
They’d be in a hearse
I just play dumb
Act like I don’t know
But im eagerly awaiting
This hand I will show
One things for sure
They get a surprise
When they all find out
I’m not other guys
There are those that have
Insulted my name
And eventually they learn
I win at this game
It might take some time
Or it might be real soon
But I’ll get my revenge
And they’ll hear me croon
You’re a hot shot now
But soon you’ll shut up.
It won’t be that long
Before I empty your cup.
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