Bigger house better car
Strut around like a star
Full of bling look at me
I’m the greatest thing since Muhammad Ali.
I talk in rhymes I make no sense
My head and ego are quite immense
I’m ripped and torn pretty and fair
I’m sleazy and arrogant but I don’t care.
I walk around in tailored suits
Conditioned hair dyed at the roots
I’m Six Foot Four golden brown
Bell of the ball talk of the town.
I love my self that’s for sure
I’m incredibly unique I’m Haute Couture
I get better with age I’m like vintage wine
I’m fatal attraction, irresistible, sublime.
I live alone no one comes near
Even my family stay well clear
I have no friends no one that’s close
I don’t know why, jealousy I suppose.
© Kelvin Rush