I pity you for your fancy cars and golden ties



for the mansions, where you do reside



and for the women who could hypnotize



with a wave of thier hair



cus you my friend, you’re in the stars



you have reached so far past mars



you know just who you are



and where youve been



but i am slowly on the rise



i have the skys in front of my eyes



i am yet to reach the prize



which youve siezed long ago



cus isnt the fun in the chase



if so i have not the time to waste



and will continue on my steady pace



so people will pitty me