(R.J. JohnsonJohnston)

spittin on the last card down

spittin on the last card down

picking up the pieces of a life (one thing remains)

a torn and frayed will to survive

but the faith might move along (along)

to be honest I've been shaking hands too long

with an empty promise

did I see you caught up in a landslide

a tender beacon in my darkest hour

spittin on

spittin on the last card down

spittin on the last card down

putting up the struggle of a life (so much can change)

hands that show their fill of disguise

but the faith might move along

to be honest I've been shakin hands too long

with an empty promise

forced to breathe discarded to a new life

you draw a breath from the moment that meets the air

spittin on

spittin on the last card down

spittin on the last card down