Op open your open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy!
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy!
open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy!

[Verse 1]
Seeing is believing, believe when you see it/
They saying I’m the best, [bad word]  I’m just trying to be it/
They tie me to a mountain of it, I just try to ski it/
Long distance wireless Kinect like I Wii it/
W, double I, spelled so you could see it/
Cause it’s way over their heads when I Ray Allen 3 it/
I’m Rondo on the Bongos, when giving you my convo/
We ain’t been home since you was snatched out The Congo/
Toast to progress as I’m staring out my condo/
Made it this far and I ain’t never been a tonto/
EEUUGHKK!, as [bad word] me to a [bad word] rookie/
You can’t respect the new school when you played Hookie/
Cooked white turn to tan, so the world is snooky/
School of Hard Knocks, look at where the game took me!/
To the limit like Montana with better grammar/
Bigger homes, with bigger guns and better cameras.

Open your, open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy!

[Verse 2]
I’ve never pitched a penny in a wishing well, never!/
I laid it all on a fishing scale! Yes!/
And in April it hung from a kitchen nail/
Straight from my memoirs as I kiss and tell/
Big faces [bad word] touch more/
Flash and trail blazer transcend us, look to us for/
The next mission when the tie dries up/
With no inner vision yet they eyes wide shut!/
Fifteen years of ducking spies like us/
Confidential informers disguise like us/
Jail doesn’t resignate with guys like us/
Told Wesley at the Oscars to slide like us/
Didn’t listen so prison is what they did to him/
Accountant, unscathed millions is what they hid through him/
Same principles you must adhere/
Lohan's get the breaks, the T.I.'s, we just stare through them..

Open your, open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy!