"Stepping Stones"
raised on downtrodden rock-bottom sorrow streets
seeing through half empty bottles a drowning need
beneath dry concrete merely seeds of greed blossom
bleeding my pockect dry at every end means bottom
the good one long gone bad as the world looked glum
actualized by redrum and bedlam - enter the hoodlum
desperate need to escape the filthy cheap estates
envisioning the almighty dollar in a dreamy state
letting my people die is a fact as I provided the crack
just to make it to that other side of the tracks
made it across, even got a job and obeyed the boss
saved a prayer for the lost while I had to pay the cost
whether grit under my fingernails or deliver mail
steady aim for bigger gains and rock silver chains
my mind instilled the frame to totally win the game
a sinners claim, let the devil decieve and trick my brain
that mansion on the hill one day my grandsons could live
further expansion of skills, broking shady financial deals
waiting for any chance to appear to advance my career
got that promotion and I didn't even glance at my peers
human being in charge, living large and making waves
sweet like baking cake, let the depraved take the weight
abominable office rats gone astray in this great maze
competing to eat that sweet cheese, my wage slaves
making my payday, fuck em, I paved the way to profit
let em get played in my office, every complaint is forfeit
yet, with covetous eyes I observe the towers in the sky
skies is the limit, why - aint letting my power be denied
only the strong survive, gazing down on the city of steel
being supreme I committed to be - very little pity to feel
furniture made from oakwood, I don't miss the old hood
climbing the corporate ladder - constantly up to no good
simply being that shrewd dude to rudely undermine fools
through all walks of life they were dirt under my shoes
God knows, power triumphs love
cos as above, not so much below
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