Im one of them men God blessed with a gift,
Could build it , sing it , or make engines lift;
everything I touched could have turned to gold;
But I chased the lightning, lost my hold
People said boy you were meant for more,
But I burned that bridge and slammed that door;
Had fire in my hands, but its ashes still;
traded life for a rolled up dollar bill;
I had the world right under my boots;
Now Im digging through the dust, trying to find my roots.
Could have given the world my grace and will;
but I traded it all for a rolled up doller bill.