You spit in my face with all of your disgrace,

constantly reminding me why I should leave.

I feel the trace of your sour taste

your strangling vines climbing up my sleeve.

But I've found this game never ends the same,

when you disrespect me vs. leaving me be.

I live my life in peace just to listen to you preach

that I should be impeached for the way you view me.

I am not ugly, the way your words are.

I am not a black hole; I'm a shining star.

And though you can't see it, blinded by your expensive cars,

I do not destroy you; I simply give light to what you are.

Though you have the glory, the fans, the fame,

you and I will never be the same.

I am not a creature for you to tame,

I am who I am, and you will respect my name.

Learn to live with us on this Earth, 

the ones who don't match your golden hearth,

or the snakes will slither down our arms,

and reach out to you in all your charms.

They will poison your blood and as you fall to the ground,

you will see how one rightly wears the crown.