You live with your head in the clouds 

Believe you had a divine right to structure lives overnight 

Your not god,your not even good like

You probably never heard a sad song 

Probably never hand your hand bitten by these you starve,

Never put back your box by these dance monkeys 

I like you to know they were not laugh with you 

There not amazed by you 

But more sick of you and your stuipet but downs 

And i just like to state when i make it big

I let people know it was done without you 

And now i leave it these words i wont be back cause am backing me 

And now i let you strew 

I never say thank you