Hear everything

In my city You must have money and look nice Or be fame or rich Or you could marry a bitch Who is worse then a witch If you are clever and special Good and kind What's wrong with people's mind They hide behind a wall Think they have control Till the end they will lose it all So next time you feel high Remember who passing bye Always use your eye's If not you can have a big suprise I hope you get this fast and understand Made by a man Who see, feel, hear and sense everything he can Even read on lips What you say or whisper I can hear 5 table away As long as you are kind and good You are welcome to my neighbourhood