“Crown Me”……. by Colbin Hubbard
Who am I? Oh not to you,
Your opinion doesn’t define me.
I love to record my music,
Does that make me a black stereotype?
But I say, I say I make poetry,
It’s from the “heart”
Mind, body, and soul
But no matter how much
Blood, sweat, and tears
I mix into my mixes
My work still isn’t hard?
No more hiding in this peasant costume
I am a King, only I see it?
Don’t say you’ll believe it when you see it.
Forgive me for my ass-hole attitude,
I’m really a nice guy
But nice guys finish last
So I can’t be nice guy.
I say I’m bullet proof to your to your words, but some do penetrate
So I sit on my lonely throne
At home in this four cornered room
Similar to a boxing ring, trying to bob and weave
The judgments that clouds my thoughts
I ask myself, Should I care? Your opinion doesn’t define me,
Who am I?
I am a King!