Stardom

February 1, 2018

Stardom

I live in a fish bowl, millions know almost more about me than I know about myself

I feel as if happiness and privacy are the only things I can't buy with my wealth

I'm in a stadium of 50,000 and in unison all of them are chanting MVP

\ On the outside I acknowledge the crowd with gratitude but on the inside im hurting

I cant even go to the store without hundreds of people trying to get autographs

If I sign a few the rest of the crowd is irate

If I don't sign them all the people that I thought were fans

now react to the sound of my name with hate, i'm irate

all of this unnecessary madness because i'm great at a game

Last year I missed a game winning shot and the entire town claimed I was insane

As I walked down the street people yelled insults that were profane

Yet the moment play well their happiness they can't contain

I hate the assumptions that are linked to my name

fans only see the cars, money and wealth and chains

but the don't see the anger, sweat , time I put into the game

True friendships are rare because others are only drawn to me because of my name

I hear so many people they claim they want all the fame

Told one of my friends I would trade places with the person and thought I was playing

I answered trust me if you were in my shoes you would feel the same

Stardom

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