I Wish
I wish I was a prospect
A prophecy to fulfill
I wish I was a MC
With dope rap skills that kill
I wish I was that nice guy
That everyone talked about
Not because they don’t like him
But because they wanna take his route
I wish I was the dream
That my parents had up in their sleep
I wish I was boss
With nothin’ but money that’s knees deep
I wish I was leader
For everyone else to follow
But my chest is missing a heart
Talk about a feeling that’s hollow
I wish I didn’t have
Such a horrible mentality
I wish the fake switch was turned off
So I could start to see reality
I wish that I had some glasses
So I could read this passage
About how I’m slowly dying inside
Mortal illness-contained molasses
I wish I could just turn my head
So I could get over all this
I wish knowing my true self
Wouldn’t make me so sick
I wish I knew who
I was to become to be
A man with money
Or another bum just living in the streets
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