Gold on the Table, Guns at Rest

Good times make a man forget his edge. But gold don’t guard you… And a quiet gun don’t save you.

I seen weak men count their gold, Soft hands, stories left untold. I seen strong men guard their steel, Keepin’ sharp what time can steal.

Gold on the table, guns at rest, Weak men stumble, strong men test. Don’t let comfort steal your breath— Stay ready, boy, ‘cause so does death.

Weak men feast and lose their sight, Strong men train through the night. Weak men trust the wine they pour, Strong men keep one eye on the door.

Gold on the table, guns at rest, Weak men falter, strong men press. Don’t be the fool who sleeps too deep— Strong men rise, while weak men weep.

The table don’t last. The gold don’t stay. But the steel remembers.

Gold on the table, guns at rest, Weak men fail the final test. Don’t be the coward trustin’ the feast— Be the strong man, guardin’ the beast.

Gold fades. Steel remains.

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