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 I'd 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