When we give food to the broken streets,

The cracks will be exposed,

And the heart will take more than just love.

Envy sleeps in gold mansions.

2 Lamborghini's on the side,

With a dead lobster in the belly.

It was given by grace,

But it was a present for attention.

But the king has no time for admission...

You treat a queen the same way,

And she'll see you as a copper plate.

You feed gold to the wrong men,

You give silver to the wrong kin's.

You pour too many tears on a napkin,

And leave scars on the lips.

Taste your own dead skin...

For when you choke on your own bones,

You'll finally reach out from within.