I Can't be discreet I wanna roll with the elite but the word on the street is I got a defeatist attitude,
can't compete its not about gratitude.
Trust me I'm thankful but its not as if I got my hands full.
Gotta remind myself this was planned fool.
Predestined from birth and I've questioned my worth.
Expendable! and so I made it to church.
Asked god for myself!
To demonstrate the true meaning of this thing called wealth.
Still feeling poor and these feelings are pure.
Not sure if i'll step back through the door.
Still in pursuit of material riches.
Something i can touch and leave me in stitches.
Just wanna be laughin, I'm just a victim of gaffin.
The jokes on me, back hand slappin.
Just anuva ***** their ain't no clappin.
Its time to ditch cos i'm tired of flappin.
Can't fly I gotta stitch and a lack of backing.
No wing men to pick from my energy is sapping.
Now I'm feelin sick from all is verbal crappin.
Need a wind to give me lift recieved in wrappin.
Want it like a gift I hope that he's packin.