I was 6 years old
When me and daddy walked into the store
I grabbed a golden toy car
He laughed and put it back on the rack
"Only a fool would pay this much for gold"Now Im 18 years old, drinking beer at a bar
My eyes glued to the man in the suit
because his lifestyle seemed so far
it was then I realized my pursuit
that I wanted to drink expensive wine
Just like the man in the suitI knew I'd never have the opportunity he had
being lower class
I'd have to work harder than he would have
Then I realised working 40 hours a week
at the pub down the street
I couldn't even compete
I wanted the sweet life
A life filled with greed
A life where I can stay in a suite
everyday of the week
So I signed up online to see who I could meetI woke up alone in the king bed
of the pent house suite
I gathered the money from the bed side table that I knew was meant for me
The note read
"thanks for everything my sweet baby"
My head should have flooded with disgust
When I was reminded that I'd been paid to cure lust
Instead my head filled with greed
because this lifestyle has become a crucial needI counted the money and read the note one more time
thank you for 'everything'
I wondered while sipping my lavish wine
What did he mean by that line?
He was the one constantly giving
All I had given him was my time
How can he call that everything
when he has given me so much more
Ultimately he's conning himself
So go ahead and call me a whore
But I'm the one flourishing in wealthI was 22 years old
When daddy and I walked into the store and I pointed at a car
Daddy said
"The gold one? beautiful choice"
I thought at this moment I would feel like a star
drinking crisp wine
owning a nice car
living in the city
since after all I've been wishing for gold since I was 6 years old
But all I felt was self pity
because it is not the sweet life
if you have to dispose of your dignity
I should've had a clue
that you should never let the things you own
own you-O.D-