Im a pauper in prince clothing and the sad thing is knowing that if they take a closer look they could read me like a book. What did I give up to get this way where people see the facade of the man I've worked so hard not to play. I'm losing it, it's not my mind why is my own respect so hard to find. I played the game like I was told sit back n ride on someone else's bold. Then seize the opp to seize the top at their expense A pauper in prince clothing in need of exposing the truth that still exists why am I still fighting with this? Cuz the truthful life is harder than I'd ever imagined being myself in my skin makes it harder to fit in. Like all the big city ppl with shirts and ties sophisticated folks are my demise. Line em up one two three in a row I need my country roots to let my country trees grow, stretch forth like you wanna w/o no inhibitions nobody fallin in line no need for social submission.