I never risked
And ended up with lots of nothings,
My fingers are rarely stretched,
Since I don’t count much.
I’ve had my fair opportunities
But went afraid,
Should have taken Marshall’s hand.
I ignored calls,
Was afraid of falls,
I remained ground parallel
I guess it’s some sort of peril.
Success like stars I looked up to,
How to make it out of the shell,
Homie I had a glue,
But sneezed a lot
And I had a cold fear
Was afraid.
Now hills turned mountains
Pools called oceans,
I’m like rough patch turned desert
I keep this
I’ll have no fees to pay
But I will be rich in poverty