Status Symbol
To that High End Driver,
It shouldn’t matter what it’s worth,
I know a car’s not a reflection of you;
Still I’m struck by your status symbol;
Whoever you are?
You reminded us believe in the hustle;
That hot pink vision just screamed
‘Baby girl you’ve got to dream big.’
Where ever you go
flashing five thousand dollar brake lights
that message is being paraded around;
You kick rose dust in your spectators eyes;
Whatever you do
keep playing by your own rules;
With that ride all I see is a trailblazer,
boss mode with the rest in your rear view;
Reality isn’t relevant it’s about the image;
Your hot pink vision just screams ‘Trust me.
Hard work is the ultimate status symbol.’
Just know we see you,
Sincerely Me
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