the sun, not stars, shines
stars only sparkle in the skies
leave him with the constellation
where the most he thrives
take the trouble and you’d find
that up close, stars are but rock
dusty rock, worth nothing
but the hype.
do your groceries instead
play with your hair
go, go gossip with the girls
nothing glitters, not the stars
not the sun, not diamonds
they are just a perception
of what we wish we were
or had
the sun gives the star its shine
and i am his boy.
a piece of rock for the grind
nothing but words
do your groceries instead
play with your hair
go, go gossip with the girls
the sun, not stars, shines
and i am his boy, seye