DAUGHTER OF SOMEBODY

Under the sun, I find all flaws
Like the sea, where water flows
Or the space, where motion slows
I meet the daughter of somebody, fed up
In all the sorts of make up
But she never knew she mess up
As she asks me "what's up?"
Remember that under the sun
These words you shouldn't shun
The words of James' son

"Daughter of somebody,
You know I am nobody,
And I know you want penis
Sorry, I mean pennies
But when I have no cash
You treat me like trash
That is so strange
And we should both change
For us to go up to the sun
And meet our creator's son"