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.