Center of attraction, me in high fashion, body is loose, no man can refuse, audience clapping, jewelry is flashy, I am on top of the world, everything I want is happening, million dollar cars, friends with super stars, doing my thing, wonder can they see all my scars? Hungry for the success, worth the pain and distress, I figure this is my test, to see how truly I am blessed, is it in what I possess, or the dry beats of my chest? I can not neglect that God still has got me in check, parties and clubs, stripping down to drugs, men with no love, fitted to me closer than gloves, head in the clouds body deep in hell, changing my mind, no I love where I dwell. Cash flows for months, I get anything I want, whether I take it or make it, I got a reputation to flaunt, dead on this earth, but none of me friends can see it, cursed from my birth, never can I repeat it, street runner, club to corner, my life is not so glam when I am strung out, sprung out, and don't give a damn, clothes turned to rags, home turned to bags, body looking real bad and smiles form from the past, I did it and I had, I am not to proud to brag but what am I bragging on? a life I never had, I thought I did it all and I thought I did it big, I thought, I thought my life was glamorous in reality I was sick. Sick and tired of running fast and sick and tired of being slow sick and tired of my self and sick to death I let God go.