Are my legs
Too short
Is my skin
Too black
Will I be rich
When I'm grown up
There are so many things
I didn't fulfil
I've got admit that pressure really kills me
Coz sometimes I don't know where I belong
I shouldn't keep on
Comparing myself
With anybody
Or everybody else
I got love from those who I love
And I'm too tired to keep on complaining
It's just a matter of time
And everything
Will be fine
What kind of shoes?
A VIP is wearing today
Hits the headlines
What else matters anyway?
Who cares about what you think?
Who cares about what you need?
Who cares about
Your belly is empty?
You got admit that pressure really kills you
You better drop that heavy bag and run!
It's just a matter of time
And everything will be fine
It's just a matter of time
And everything will be fine