deion sanders

the world at my fingertips, just seems so lovely, don't it?, this world sold me a dream, and i bought it, and i believed that i really wanted, growin' up i was blinded by dreams i created, and what i've seen on the tv screen, i liked them cars and i liked that house, and i really thought "i need these things", i just wanted to be deion, i just wanted to be primetime, i just wanted it to be a tv that you see me on in the limelight, guess i could buy me some nice rims, and go and get the windows tinted, or just drop me a video ridin' 'round town in the car i rented, or just buy be a nice watch, and a brand new outfit, and find me a beautiful model type chick to pretend i'm going out with, and just smile for the camera, and just pose for the picture, forget who i am, forget who i was, as long as they see me as a public figure, i guess i could portray a bad boy, just whatever's good for the tabloid, guess i could walk through hell covered in gasoline, anything i can do for the cover of a magazine, could pretend i was a dope boy and just rap about that, now that i got the world's ear, i could just rap about crack, or some other type of drug and pretend i was a thug, take away the chrome, hell, i might as well whip out the gun, just put it up to your mothafuckin' dome, is that what you wanna hear?, is that what you wanna be?, when you take a look in that mirror, is that what you wanna see?, you can try and mimic me, and just ask if you need some help, you can just find out who you are, and just try to be yourself, well, i guess you could try to be yourself, see, i learned later on in life, you ain't gotta be someone else