 It's not about how I've been, cause I've been truly blessed. But through constant battles with reality, I dangle from the strings of stress. Maybe you can't call me lucky. Maybe you can't call me lucky. But I've got an ace in the hole and it still turns blue. Now whose fault is that? I don't think you know the sound. I don't think you know the sound. There's a chip on your shoulder and your weight on the back. That's a thousand pounds. And then...