Diamond In the Rough

I was not born with a silver spoon Dressed in desiner cloths Our lived in a fancy high rise in the sky But iam a diamond in the rough One of a king There is no other copy What you see is what you get A rough out look on life The raw deals and steals Yet keeping the shine Polishing off the out line layers Worn and torn years Waiting to be chosen Taken home to be given As a token of love