Wishful Thinking

Early thirties and a casual drinker Don't be fool by the occasional booze I step on my blues wet shoes With a business class ticket I touchdown somewhere in the mother city Disguised as a tourist feeling all beachy But who am I kidding To caught up this rat race When I see those rich ones I hide my real face It’s never easy when you're digging for gold Imagine to earn six figures not just by shaking hands Had my eye on the prize As the guy next door You grow up quick when you grow up poor It is the only way to town That I know The Mother City pose A toothless smile and a hairstyle called growth You got to be smart You got be bold You got get your hands a little dirty When you're digging for gold Don't try to get that far just by shaking hands