You’re the boss, applesauce.

In all your self-aggrandizing materialistic glory.

But, you’re boring and you know it.

You’ve never taken a risk, a chance, a leap of faith.

You hide behind your money like a wall.

Like if you let go, you’d fall.

Like, you’re in prison and you get one call and you dial George, Abe, Alex and Andrew.

You’re getting a busy signal, the call’s just not going through.

So, you try Grant and Ben like they give a [bad word] like you put your faith in something materialistic.

The substance is gone as if it was ever even there and you leave all your loved ones in the dust, like a fund is the only thing that you [bad word] 

Like the only love you ever had was found inside that first paycheck and spent on a dinner, movie and a hand job from some girl in high school.

Maybe you can learn…

Maybe I could teach…

But your ego’s too inflated and your heads out of reach.

I need a stepladder for your throne.

Work is the only place you’ve ever [bad word] felt home.

I’ll leave you alone…I know a lost cause when I see one.

I’ll go be a lawyer, buy a benz and “earn” your love.

Like a son with money is a son with respect and wisdom.

"Ah, wisdom" …That old [bad word] phrase.

You use it as a [bad word] because you’ve seen “worse days”.

Just because you’ve been alive doesn’t mean you’ve been living it.

We can’t see eye to eye unless I buy some stilts and my funds are a little tied up right now.