Poor guy

A child borned in a craddle of gold
Surrounded by all the luxury
Even things he doesn´t wanted to
Always treated like a prince
For pursuing his wallet
He had never heard the truth
Until the day Marla had came
And she said to him…

*”Boy… you´re fuck up
No one will ever speak straight to you
Cause money can buy but it shut you up too”
And she added up to that
“Rich guy… poor guy… rich guy (x2)
But only outside*

No one take him seriously
Everyone says “ you get it for your father”
They say “you´re just a child of dad”
They look at you and whisper behind your back
“He´s too sensitive to receive the hard news”
Everybody took for granted his weaknesses

*Chorus

He feel himself completely numb
In front of all the father´s expectations
He feels to be an outside spectator of his life
Time and his young years tie him to don´t
Discover who he is and what he want from life

*Chorus