by Jeph Johnson
there's a sucker born every minute of the day
fathered by fuckers who don't have to pay
dues of dishonor in schools of hard-knocks
without coronation, he still rules my block
so I want to be like him, yet fail miserably
wondering why he can never be me
and why I can never be him or his kind
without falling fully out of my mind
this trade-off I tremble and shed most my skin
trying to transform all over again
instead I'm a replica of all his mistakes
while he goes on living the life I can't fake