Pound for pound I’m like an ounce away from being great
But an ounce is starting to feel like a 3-pound paperweight
I look around and all I see and hear is fake
There ain’t enough silicone in the world for “them” to take shape
They say the sky is the limit
So I’m building me a scraper that I can escape to when I need a minute
The world is ******* me off lately - let’s face it
People are filled with hatred and most just fake it
My perspective is my own I write down what I know - it’s how I grow
I’m not trying to break the mold, I’m just trying to be bold
I don’t like it when people brag about themselves – I think they sold their souls
I surround myself with friends and followers, not gold!
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take your money;
It’s funny how the world turns, but I don’t do what I’m told
It only takes once or twice to realize that fire burns
After a while the fire turns - I quit playing with it, but you don’t