Green (With Envy)

While I was hiding in front yards by hedges, you dangled your feet off of shiny gold ledges. At the top of your class, at the front of your line, while I daydreamed like preteens, straight wasting my time. Dozens of nights looking over my shoulder, while you were receiving that gold stamped diploma. A key to the city while I dreamt of the street. Your mind wide awake while I was destined to sleep on a mattress of unanswered messages, sacrilege. Climbing your ladder straight up over my head. And now we're sitting here face to face taking stock of what we've attained. I can't level the playing field, it's the killing fields of youth.