Two Worlds

Welcome, to the realm of wonder Meaning an alley around the corner Of a market street, where Kings and Queens Satisfy their needs by monetary means While they live on Eden plains We wear fitted "Outcast" chains. But we have King of our own Midas, with a touch of gold Wandering worker is what he is And Back-Alley Kingdom is all his We're the people of his nation That spreads from here to train station Which is around twenty blocks Soon it might reach even docks. There are rules on streets to abide Since our and Royalty's world's collide And blend into one, so heed what I say Because be it hard as it may Making peace with the "gods" May increase our odds Of surviving in this Kingdom of Chrome That all of us, in union, can call home.