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Po' Prince or Rich Pauper?
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Life I reach for the crown and white-knuckle my scepter, afraid to let go of what I know no better.
Mo' forks in the road than a cheap buffet, my future is set like Blind Man Bluff's Way.
Choice and fate intersect at these crossroads, space and timelines pass by as I idle..
I need to take the wheel and just hit the gas, pick a poison and choose my own path.
Commit to ME, my life in the balance, success is questionable, but failure not an option.
Or is it?
Not just an option, but a critical function?
Fuel for soul growth spurts, fertilized by deep hurts!
My life without fear is like breath without air...
Heart pumpin' pain thru my veins like the blood I need ta survive.
And when the waters rise,
I gotsa keep my head up and ma eyes on the prize.
To seek a better me, a better tomorrow, to reformulate a world with a little less sorrow.
And in the meantime, I thrive on the agony to remind me I'm alive.
How could I forget, with this beatin' in my chest?
DJ spinnin' wheels in my head never let me rest!
Does my fear of failure -
Override my drive to succeed?
My fear of less exceed my desire to be free?
What am I today?
What will I be?
A po' prince?
A rich pauper?
Somethin' in between?
I guess the choice is kinda up to me.
