Kings Reign
After Jay Z
When I looked through, I saw you, and they, they adored you...
But, if only a dream, then damn - I applaud too?
For my head say time become true with a thought and a wish that’s long overdue.
Then again, we all just psychic dreaming, to distinguish mine over mind when they, they’re just scheming.
Intellect in disguise, because if it’s too real, it’s too true; we demise.
We all play the role of the wise, or the clown to despise.
And just because a tear is to drop my eye, doesn’t necessarily mean I am to cry.
A soul bleeds through and through and every teardrop a reminder, a gift, from him to cleanse you.
Not better, nor worse, more so, kinda like a gift and a curse.
We learn to channel the fear, overcome, persevere, but still, when will it all really become clear.
If ever.
Cause maybe I deserved it, but no I’m not lost, just willing to sacrifice at all costs.
So you call it a suicide or to crucify, I call it hanging from the poplar with no reason why…
And I.
I’m just waiting for their shine to wear off.