Fame is but a froot tree: so very unsound.
It can nevr flourish 'til its stalk is in da ground.
And so men of fame can nevr find a way
'til tyme has flown far from dey dyin’ day.
Ur 4gotten while ur here, then remembered 4 a while:
a much outd8ed ruin from a much outd8d style
Life is but a memry: it happened long ago.
It’s a theater full o sadness 4 a long 4gotten show.
Seemz so EZ just 2 let it go on by
'til u stop & 1der y u nevr 1dered y.
Safe in da womb of an everlasting nite,
u find dat drknez can give da brightest lite.
Safe in ur place deep in da earf:
dat's when dey will know what u wuz rly worth.
No 1 knows u but da rain & da air.
But don't u worry!
Dey will stand & stare when ur gone.
Open ur eyes 2 anotha year.
Dey will all know dat u wuz here when ur gone.