I'm a stranger in my homeland

life's a ***** but we never get to hold hands ?

My Aggravations only growing in this slow trance

And I'm infatuated with the devils slow dance

We built a chemistry on vanity and romance

My mind asks "Is he ready for the worlds plan?"

The Road to riches lacks funds for a road map

How do I climb pyramids of class from a mouse trap ?  

Who's gonna pull me out the quicksand when my souls trapped?

Where's the home I can dust my shoes off at the door mat ?

The world hands you **** if you ain't presented in some suit slacks

my shoulders carry chips for the monkeys on my back

To be continued .....