Sit High, Feel Low

Sit high, Feel low, Stars of dust, That's how I know. I have confirmation, Of my form that is, Now sit back, And observe me live. My money is breathle$$, My wage is short, But my emotion is torn, And my throne is half court. See, You may not understand, If you don't know your surroundings, This is my land, and this is your land. I've changed lives, And hung on, Wow, Is what they should call me, from now on. Can't poverty and disgust, Replace your value, Or is your mind, Unable to tell how to, Jump boundaries, from half court, Rule a nation, And still love them without their support. It's the strength in our numbers, Cash in our name, The love of our talents, And the power within chains.