Would you mind if I took a second to write it, Would you respect me as a man if I gave you anything less than me My delusions of grandeur are I really do feel like the feces you perceive me to be. I step forth this self-esteem a worthy weapon Would it be selfish if I pray for patience, when the only time I do is when my soul feels vacant. Sing blues in the muddy waters when the truth. Is a poem still a poem when it's self-centered. Preach peace.
And they look at me, and they look at me, and they look, and they look at me, they look, they look at me like a winner now. Cause I had a dream and I chased it. I thought I'd run in the easy far. It's much harder my take. I prayed for peace, prayed for patience.