king

(king)

You walk in here, like you're the king, and thank this world, cause its your thing

you travel on the road, asking for a ride, to the nearest hole, in which you can hide

you walk in here, with a camel on your back and say to everyone, let's play jacks

but there is one thing that you must learn, I'm sorry but, its not your turn

its not your turn, because its too late, the man has come to lock the gate

you must go now, for its your fate to learn a lesson from your hate

you come in here, like your the man, expecting everyone to get up and stand

but on one gets up as you walk in and no one prays to god to forgive your sins

you speak your words and spill your soul, but no one listens, no one cares

and as they lower you into the ground, no one will shed a tear or be around

and all the words that you have written, will turn to dust and blow away

and no one will ever know what you were saying; no one will ever know the price you paid

you look around, your a master of the view, expecting the world to pay tribute to you

but there are not statues or plaques you can see, your a forgotten man, even to me.

John lodico