opaque

When you are half the man your supposed to be
The opaque scales are tipped in your favor exponentially
The measure of a man is not the degree holds
Nor the net worth of which everyone beholds
Its the edge you have when all the cards are down
The fact that no one knows from where your skill set abounds
Like a punch in the balls from a kid 3 foot tall
The money bags on the floor feeling quite small
Theirs not enough money in the world to make me an insecure fool
Its just funny when their jealous hot messes stand there and drool
Ill take their cash and let them try to buy cool
The plain fact is they cant learn or buy that in school...
silent