Shedding my skin

Rain dripped from the skies on to my head as I walked; it characterized what was said after I talked.

I realize tonight, what goes around comes around; I once was lost, and I'm still not found; I hear my destiny but I'm still not sound; though the king has arrived, I'm still not crowned.

I rolled the dice and it didn't suffice regardless of how nice I could be. I realize that it's no surprise that, once again, I see snake-eyes. It bites my ass, as the illusion shatters like glass, and ain't that crass?

I was deserted in the desert, then dissed and was dissed in the two-one-fifth. I miss what's yet to be; and my being is yet to be missed.

Allow me to follow my sorrow and wallow for just one night. 'Cause the sun will come again, and that's when I'll be alright, a'ight!