Rich in What?

I was walkin' through a city that don't sleep or pray.

Neon lights on the puddles from a long night of rain. Seen an elder

on the corner, knees pressed to the ground. Body shakin' like the weight of

the world on his crown. I slowed down, he was gaspin', every breath was

a war. Like his lungs was tired of openin' the door. He looked at

me like he already knew. Said, "I'm still breathin', how the hell

about you?" He said, "Take your time, don't rush becomin' a man.

Most people run from themselves, never understand. A full pocket don't mean shit