Power

You act as if a crown lies on your head and a gavel rests in your hand – as if people were born just to serve under you and obey your every command Reality will strip you of your illusion – of the power that you claim to have Men crown themselves and make their queens into fools While women want more respect than what they’re willing to give Both fight for the gavel But it's pointless because There is no power in gender. Adults act like age attracts infinite respect and wisdom But role models become dictators and good examples are lost in the memories that are crushed in the abyss of time Maybe age really is just a number Therefore, there is no power in age. Rainbows use color to create something beautiful People use color to control others They dehumanize ‘cause these human eyes are all blinded by hate That’s why There is no power in race. So what’s in a name? Isn’t trash by any other name just as filthy? It’s sad that people bow down to those with position they aren’t on higher ground They’re positioned on the same earth as everyone else With that said, There isn’t any power in a title. Money has faces and value but at face value it’s the only reason that we do each other favors Richness and poverty are both illusions that we choose to live in So there is no power in worthless pieces of paper. Now do you see? Your crown is gilded That gavel is glass Those robes are rags Your money is trash Age and life will never last Naked you were born and naked you will die You are no king You’re just as powerless as I.