Keep knockin, I cant care less
And if you come in, just mind your own business
Can’t ya see the earphones, so no need to shout
On some ; greatness is thrusted upon, am one of those
branded, budding, and they'd bargain for me
I shave and change my jeans once in a week
Want to know me; read my t shirt
And if I happen to pass the wardy
I flinch, cos I am the secy
The butler give, I eats; don’t cares what
At night , I need my lappy
In case you knew my second life
That is before things got blocked-
You’d hate me; need a matchbox?
Ask the guy next door, don’t know his name
I go to play basky, footy, n volley
to make up those 100 hours of duty
On my way back, the juice shop. i stop by
The ten year old who gets me juice, stinks-
Yuck!! and gets beaten by his master, I watch
In my dreams, I wade to glory
Bask in luxury, and fly past the muck-
The beggars, the government servants in chappals,
Dusty li’l chicks selling magazines in traffic lights
To cleaner places, in my BMW
That's the least I should get
‘cos I locked myself behind books
For an year and a half, when dudes had fun
And when you see me on the road, dont gawk;
rarIITy counts, I am what you dream to be.
