You were a nobody, a nobody
       And nobody cared about you
                   Now your a somebody,
   And everybody talks about you.

                                               ( oh ,    )

                    Your a somebody now,
                         So not just anybody
                            gets to talk to you ?

Goldie,the golden boy,
the real C-3pO.

Bury me with my golden chains, I was always an expensive slave.

Six feet under, in a brown golden casket.
Many days, nights, seasons and years will come and go.
But I'll still be
Six feet under, in a brown golden casket.

The flesh will rot away, but like an ol' ***** pirate,
my gold teeth will still be shinny,
my rose gold Rolex watch will still be ticking.

Goldie, the golden boy,
the real C-3pO.

Everything is everything
and only nothing happens without a reason.
If I was to say more, it'll probably be GIBBERISH.

Kind words for the unkind.
Same, as sun shines for those in the dark.
Just, only just for the unjust.
Kind words, uttered for the unkind,
No, it's not right and could possibly be mistaken for lies but I guess it's only kind.

5:00am , a summer morning .
After a long party night,
I'm out on the balcony,
Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes.
I found myself smiling,
as I was rereading our old whatsapp texts.

What do you do, ?

When you no longer belong in the place you were born.
When all the people you know don't know you anymore.
When everything is the same and nothing has changed except you.
When you look in the mirror and can't recognize the reflection.

What do you do, ?

Do you leave everything that is familiar ?
Or
Do you stay and remain a stranger ?

What do you do, ?

Now that you gave everything you had to give and they're still asking you for more.
Now, that all the sweet lies have been told and all that is left is the bitter truth.

What do you do, ?

When all the things that used to be cool aren't cool anymore and all of a sudden, your heart wants more.
When the boy in you is dead and the man in you can't stand the thought of being alive.

What do you do, ?

Its questions I often ask myself and others, whenever I'm home.
I don't feel at home anymore.