A Different Kind of Rich

Does being rich equal money and royalties? Full of the Earth's "Spoil me Please!"? Look around you when you are eating your steak, Point out everyone who's completely fake. Those who were never in your shoes, Who never sang the world's blues. Always complained about what they had, Misplaced in the world which remains so sad. Remember what you have in a world that runs fast Someone who cannot run like you, left in the past. Would love to be where you are and pass it down Because some will never know what it means to have a crown.