Poker Chips

Pull your pants up

The tide is soon to go in

Poker face on

Still I'm going all in

Because the hand I was dealt bro

Will stick to you like some damn velcro

You can't shake it, can't take it

Authentic, can't fake it

Fresh

No way for you to bake it

And it's mine all mine, no way you can take it

Can't escape it

You already put your chips in

Better hope the turn becomes your bestfriend

Nope

In-my-favor

Bet more and you'll lose more

I'll use your chips on the strip

To a homeless man who's in desperate need of a savior

I'm not Jesus

But if I was you'd be praying to me for a King

I know you need this

But I don't see this

Being the card floating down the river

The chips I put in I need back

1/16 of an Native American giver

Take this loss to your liver

Shake and quiver

Cold I am

I'm Mr. Winter

Eating off your plate so thank you for dinner

I am a winner

But I am not perfect

Because I am a sinner

I balance that by being a giver

Giver

Give her

Nathan

My poker face is more of a mask like Jason

Here comes the river card, no waiting

You thought it was a King

Nope a Joker

Sadly mistaken.