His sagging pants and oversized shirt

Give him away, he’s a wanna be

Strutting down the sidewalk with her low cut blouse

And heels so high they cramp her calves, she’s a wanna be

Speech filled with sarcasm and the slang of the day

Everything is, “like, yeah”, and “cool, man” another wanna be

Walk the walk and talk the talk, but not your walk or talk

Just another lost and lonely wanna be

They buy name brands they can’t afford

And say they like things that they really can’t stand

Telling others what they think they want to hear

Just wanna be’s, all in their sad little world

Wanna be’s all of these and more

Wanna be connected, in truth that is all

To find their nitch, someplace to belong

And folks who accept them, wanna be’s, we