You're looking to win it, but not taking it in
Uppers give heart impotence but don't tell you anything.
People are saying, you're losing your feel
Pretend you don't hear
Holed up in white Harlem, your conscience and you
You might need sympathy but that's not what Id tell you
Your winning day was long ago
Don't let it show.
You're walking on marble, its scorching your feet
Penthouse celebrity, yes
But watch what you eat.
People are saying you're losing your feel
Pretend you don't hear.
Don't come any closer.
