Why do some get to be kings?
Let me plot a course to paradise
Let me laugh with you in the endless sun
Let the waterfall of selfless control take us on a heart jumping fun ride
The safety of the garden, for the security of the universe
When will ghettos turn into the homes of all the human family?
Take a little interest in the sundaes and the ice cream
The warm velvet interior runs its course through your cities of self doubt
Tall and chrome flat and long swimming pools
Why do some get to be kings?
Its beautiful bravado, the grace of a tall acceptance, as the panther stands his ground
The velocity of your thoughts and actions, fly 5, 000 yards in a single breath
leave your heart under heaven.
The reels of cartoon memories, sweet waves of candy cultured endless justice.
You don’t have to wait till it comes, it’s already hear
That fast lane with wind rolling its fingers through your hair
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