Look, this is Life, this isn't a game/
You don't have a Monopoly on humor/
You're in Jeopardy of having a Hanged Man on your conscious/
Listen, every joke you make is bringing them closer to their Final Fantasy/
Like you don't know that there are still fathers that play Street Fighter with their kids/
And I don't mean on the console/
Like you don't know of the girl who plays Russian Roulette with herself, mistaking it for a Wheel of Fortune/
Every time after she ingests her food, and goes like Fight Night on her uvula/
She forgets that her body is a Temple, so she Runs away from the Truth of her beauty/
And I Dare you to make a difference/
Because it seems like you've been hanging with Snakes too much to even realize you've landed on a Ladder/
I used to be like you, until I realized I was not Mine, I couldn't Craft myself into my perfect image/
And I was dead, until my God came into my personal hell, like Dante, and I was raised into my Half Life/
Half now, half later/
I die to my self daily, and I try my best to not become a Laura Croft/
My tomb is filled with a Matrix of sin/
But Bi(By) O(A) Shock, Infinity makes himself known to me/
And I leap into the Portal of grace/
And, as if he were in Black Ops, He could make himself known to you/
To give you your own Half-Life 2/
And you'll realize that you should be playing with others lives, by the jokes you make/
Life isn't a game/