You claim to be the next great one hit wonder,
Too bad you had nothing behind that smile,
You hang around like a smog in the city,
Well done, you've become the talk of this backwater town.
You search the earth for a verse with a meaning,
To fuse to tunes of a different kind.
I don't mind if it rhymes, I just feel like I'm losing,
Come on; take one half of Solomon's child.
Galloping around the town
You really think that you're the star attraction,
But every star leads from the spark
Into the dark of its final end,
Themselves confess they're architects
Of every step of their own destruction,
And when you're black you can't come back
And blind the child like you did before.