Not the Ideal Son

London brought up in the streetz My desire is to be famous Rich Poweful Education is envy What am I fighting for? All my dreams come true in seconds While I work years for education Education is my dream Yet I keep trying with heart Despite my talents lie elsewhere Not the ideal son Travelling in my bicycle Poor as a ghetto Travelling without a car Envious one day Achieving everything in hours I’m starting to not like the smell of a PHD Not the ideal son Everything comes true In areas apart from education I can’t look round Looking at one task While achieving all others I’m starting to not like the smell of a PHD