Blood In The Water

I sleep well after winning but I’m restless when I lose

Which means I’ve had some sleepless nights, which means I’ve paid my dues

Like Kobe I am driven by two forces deep within

The first, my hate of losing, while the second is a win

Your errors are to bleeding, what a glutton is to stew

And I’m the shark that’s circling since I love eating too

“Second’s” not a champion and never is my goal

So later I will buy your drink, to soothe your broken soul

Now all these things are metaphors for just how how much I care

“First,” is for the greedy and was never meant to share

The sky can’t be the limit since there’s footprints on the moon

I was winning in my fifties, it’s been said I quit too soon