Cigars, Sin, and Strategy

“Patience wins wars. Whiskey wins meetings.”

Cards on the table, knives in sleeves, Every smile got tricks to weave. I don’t bluff, I calculate, Light my smoke and watch ‘em wait.

Cigars, sin, and strategy, That’s my holy trinity. While they pray for luck or love, I just pour another victory.

Every scar’s a signed receipt, Every loss just pays for heat. They move loud — I move clean, Control don’t need to be seen.

Don’t play fast, don’t play fair, Power sits back in the chair. They talk faith, I talk math — Every sinner’s got a path.

Cigars, sin, and strategy, That’s how I stay untouchably free. You chase glory — I chase calm, And the storm still works for me.

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