I was told that
I'd never make it and so
I staked my claim on the mountain
of mediocrity,
asked passers-by to pity me as I let
them know how the whole world
had **** on me.

God never intervenes in domestic cases,
I could see it in the faces of the nine to fives who
in living peaceful, but died out dream shy lives
had ****** in their eyes and the TV guide to
show them how it's done.

If God had done his duty
he'd have taken up a point 22 and loaded
it to shoot me,
instead,
he  made a formal typed complaint to some
devil posing as a saint  (see how God is fooled)
and the devil in me laughed out loud.

If I think it so then it will be
as if the teardrops of a distant destiny
had saved up just to rain on me.

I could do it
and do it well,
******* hell if anyone can shine then
shine the light on this one.

Whoever told me I would fail
whoever said I wouldn't do,
was it me or was it you
talking
to my self?

But I know this
that in the great Metropolis
you can kiss your dreams goodbye
no one wants to see you and
no one wants to hear you cry
except for God and
he's busy in
Syria at the moment.

Please hang up and redial,
the redundant,
there's a file on them
all useless now, but
were once the gentlemen
that I looked
up to.