If I Could Sing

If I could sing I'd be king But I'd never wear my bling bling Or even keep it in a safe I mean, what's the point? If I were a king and rich Wearing the best cloth next to my skin Perhaps my siblings would look at me If not for me, for the things I could give If I had things to give I would probably be tired of it Of being rich Being able to give I'd be very likely unwilling An endless complainer Self declared victim of love The kind that follows selfish motives I'd be sick of things and give Half of my riches to charity, meet some needs Watch with a bleeding heart Because I'd think some was going to waste Buyer's remorse It happens all the time I can't sing but I'm okay with that The best thing that's happened to me I mean, look at such and such