PLASTIC SILVERWARE

No chalice all my cups plastic

Dixie cups and plastic silverware inside the cabinet

As a youngin' never had a silver spoon in my mouth

But I’m soon gon' be found with a gold Patek

I go the distance like I'm Willie Beamin

Not just any given sunday but in every season

I need the family eatin

I been beaten and battered, I'm still breathing

But shattered, repercussions from depression, got my sanity fractured

I’m still flattered when I'm called a legend

But I’m not a hall of famer, so I’m living present

The brown boy gon’, be golden in a few, know it’s true I’ll be a king that was once only born a peasant

I count my blessings, 'cause my life is precious

I love the faithful ones and even those I know be jealous

I feel helpless in this maze in mind

But my faith is my guide, I know God’s on my side on this ride

And that’s facts