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King poem

Submitted:Sep 29, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Try to arrest me and you will have to face my knights
Ur job is the same as my knights jobs to protect me
While war doesn't determine whose right but only who is left
Life is hard work when I die I hope to finally rest
After so many years i
t's getting hard to hide the fact that ur depressed

I can see it

It's written all over ur face
It's easy to forget that ur blessed
Life is stairs all you do is go up and down
The attention I wasn't getting at home
so I proceed to be the class clown
For all those that thought I wouldn't amount to anything
I bet you never thought you would see me as Da KinG.
Ha Ha
I'm Here
You can't contain Da King or even keep me in a cage
There will be a heavy resistance with rage
They bow for me like actors on stage
I'm ready to kidnap the rich and
see if they can survive
while making only minimal wage
The rich look at us like we're ants or roaches looking for a crumb
Picking on people that is struggling like you is dumb
You are fighting the wrong enemies follow my lead
All they see is greed
ignore the fact that we need
Don't worry I will continue to try
I pray that long live will be I


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