Detective

I was starting to regret the path that I chose to perfect

The cases I select seem to defect my intellect

Who'd suspect my first guess turns out to be correct

To that effect if it's foul play I'll always detect

Let's take it back to my humble beginnings

When pops the gambler never brought back a winning

When moms was raking in by batting many innings

Really try to catch my drift and it's meaning

Fended for my self hanging around bad neighborhoods

I truly could have read the fine print like I should

Whole lot of traps and ambushes in those woods