My chips are continuously up on being down one day at a time I have fought the battle far and proud, with loss of emotion, loss admission an admiration of an attempt of my  submission. Rise up, rise high take a roll of the dice and tell the god of luck it's my time to shine. 

Freedom soars in dialect a preach of speech secures a seat; battle of strength will be  lost in defeat though the words will concur with victory. I am something that is what we call indecency, spellbound on this hell bound plane down we all fall down.