Sitting Here

Just sitting the afternoon away
With a bottle of fermented liquid
Intoxicated in my grand city
The world passing by on a cloud

This fat, tall, north Indian Outside
So proud of his built
So proud of his skin tone
So proud of the money he makes
Understands zip about fashion
Buys out of peer pressure

My built ain't full of pride
My skin tone full of shy
My money makes ends meet
Am I the better of the two?