I know who they claim to be,
But who are they?
Let me ask one more time,
Let’s see if the answer is clear as day,
It’s getting kind of foggy,
A smog has appeared in the air,
With a wave of my hands to fan off the dust,
Disappear they did as if they were ghosts.
Listen to me,
I have words to share,
Open up your ears,
I got something for you to hear,
Do you care about today?
Where does your opinions lie?
I wish for your everything,
Think of your future, let go out your past.
Going through my trophy cases,
I see the fancy faces of people who have done great,
They ate good in the glory they created,
And I say to myself,
Where is my face?
I should be the idol that people raise when they accomplish great strides,
I should be the in that car in spirit when they go out for that ride,
The victory lap,
Honking your horn so the world can hear,
I want to be there,
I want to be the face in everyone’s trophy case.