Success is the best revenge No rest, some stress, and it begins A mess, no less, with no friends I guess I'm blessed, I see the end They only care about you When you pass away But no one's ever there When you start to decay Then again no one's there Whenever I feel okay Never in the limelight So I'm stuck inside the shade Never got a chance Never given a chance Never got a hand Never given a hand I don't think these people Will ever understand Why I have become The man that I am You either by my side, on my side Or in my way You either down to ride, or you hide Stay out my face I'm stuck in these Primitive social constructs Where if I don't make it I'll never be loved Success is the best revenge No rest, some stress, and it begins A mess, no less, with no friends A guess I'm blessed, I see the end (I see the end) (I said I see the end)