A Prince In the Belly of Poor Mens Reality

The walls are speaking harshly of me They want me to hear what they think of me I know I’m different from the descendants of their kin’s I wonder why it bothers them that I am merely being me Freed to live as I wanna be They are guests in my territory Imprisoned by the chains of poverty Whipped by the lashes of mediocrity I wish to ignore them but their noise bothers me Why this misfortune Here to live in the core of pessimism I am a prince lost in the belly of poor men’s reality As self righteous as they can be in their impoverished reality My thoughts of hope and my words of better dreams To them noise to be done away with They are a lot resigned to their reality A dollar or two at the end of the day Does just well to satisfy them completely They do not understand why a prince like me Would one day wish to be king I don’t understand why able men like they Would not wish to reign on their mediocrity But hey! The truth is that they are they Meant to gather hey And I am me Moulded to be the prince What’s a future king without a kingdom to inherit? Unbeknownst to their conscience Tomorrow they shall serve me Whereas they toil for today only I build an inheritance for eternity I scratch a mark in the plaque of history Here today, forever remembered As for them, here today, Tomorrow as insignificant as though they never were So please by all means Let them laugh at me It’s the noise a prince must perceive In his grooming to be king Perhaps it will make me understand Why there are a million subjects to one prince