THEY SAY

They say, "I got thirty days with no aim They say,"I got city case with no brain They say,"I got a ready race with no lace They say,"I got sales without bringing pay But I know, Imma be the best It's like reading the words I'll be leading the rest Poverty will never be a stress When I started, I was the last In the middle It was like a mess Remembering it was like a verse In the end It was a curse Being a friend was the next Didn't think of a curve And got fooled in the test Good mood made the rest For long, I wanted to be And got engaged in a fee Thinking that I may be I got scammed in a week And gave up on my dream But now Am famous and the goat Am ready to be your host Singing in the home Rolling with a Ghost Never will be a roast