I’m going to tell you something, a story of when I was just an adolescent
Not quite a child, nor a man, but the desire to be one was present
In my soul, I was thirsting, wanting to be accepted
But to the others I was pedestrian, no lexus, ripped shoes, rejected
I don’t get why value has to be based on what you can or can’t afford
I was used to white tees and jeans, not Christian Dior or Tom Ford
I couldn’t even pronounce Versace, designer clothes, I wasn’t able
To wear, because I had to put my money toward food on the kitchen table
But I knew I wanted to be something, I couldn’t live life with regret
I went, I dreamt, library computer, my only internet
I swear I googled everything, how to look like you’ve got money,
Mama said, “honey, just study, otherwise youre just running..
Toward a goal that isn’t happiness, internal skills are true baby,”
But why’d they laugh when I took the bus, from their Mercedes?
Why were the rich guys the ones who got the pretty ladies?
What do they got, why not me?
I need a life change
But being born is just a dicegame
One roll can leave you taking the bus, or cutting checks, Maserati in the fast lane
So I must’ve been a sinner, eating ramen every dinner
Peering out the barred windows, feeling colder than the winter
In a house that was too-small, too-cramped- too-old
Feeling sorry for myself… man
I used to resent it but now I just present it, because my life is about contentment,
It’s what you know and how you live
You gotta go
As the first born son I was the prodigal
My pain and my struggles were always so audible
But look: The product of illogical material is comical
What good is a silver watch when I’m laying in the hospital?
And no ones holding my hand, and it’s almost time for my curtain close
My closet at home is packed, no love in there, but I’ve got lots of clothes
I’ve got hundreds, maybe two, but now I’m not passing Go, filled with doubt
No, you cannot touch the one thing I couldn’t live without.
I remember they spit on me, and laughed at me, and joked about me
They told the girl I liked how whack my ripped back pack and shoes made me,
when I was broke
But the Angel spoke:
"You gotta choose baby, live a life of hate on the block, and carry it like cinderblocks
Let it go."
Because life is about contentment
Yeah, I used to resent it, but life is really just a dicegame
Money isn’t everything, but everything is possible
If you reframe your view of wealth, and seek the hand hold at the hospital.