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