Stupid Fame

Unless you're hard and full of love.
You better run, it's nothing fun.
You take away the one small piece.
A finer life, a better feast.
You hold on forward.
And give up less.
You only stay when one's less than best.
Jesus granted you a smooth new ride.
He heard you hate I, hate on the side.
Your fame is lame.
Reality may hit.
So hold on to shame.
Your candle is lit.