Fresh

You live in this fabricated world
Filled with fairy tales and lies
You try to live up to this
Materialistic lifestyle
Thought you was hot like fiya-
With your Dior, Gucci and Prada
Clothe yourself in the finest designers
Thought you was the shit
When you got your crib
Had no furniture and
Sleeping on a leaky air mattress
In an empty room
With your clothes strewn across the floor
You have no car
Still taking the metro
And you still think you're living it up?
Think again
Never seen a hearse with a U-haul truck
Metal rusts
And beauty fades
How long do you think your gonna play this game?