Slave Only Dreams To Be King
[Intro, Poems of Power, Ella Wheeler Wilcox]The human wheel, that force unseenThe offspring of a deathless soulCan hew away to any goalThe walls of granite interveneBe not in patient delay, butWait as one who understandsWhen spirit rises and demandsThe Gods are ready to obey
[Verse]Take my money like an ugly beakCovered in my mind, but too dumb to seeA Fibonacci burning by your jealousyI'm at the tip of my veinsI'll derail on row..., I don't need ohTo know that you'll die slowI'm at the tip of my veinsI'll derail on row..., I don't need ohTo know that you'll die slow
You are what you believe, yeahYou are what you believe, yeah
There were men of brand new parentsDidn't know it yetSo we chanted work work workBut they didn't know they were deadDidn't know they were dead
Then the winter flew to a sick young cowardLook into then, like went on hating ?Lady, a gently apple to own by God
There were men of brand new parentsDidn't know it yetSo we chanted work work workBut they didn't know they were deadDidn't know they were dead
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You are what you believe, yeahYou are what you believe, yeah
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