Robin Hood
I'm a King to the pawn
Living a life where I do not belong
Spreading of hate, dropping their bombs
They will debate, but I don't respond
At midnight I scheme
Nobody knows the plan but me and my dreams
Creeping up, not making a sound
Silence is golden and I have the crown
I'm performing Inception, and selling out broadway
Tossed in combustion, feeling like sautee
Drug dealers want to grill my future
I guess you could say the steaks are high
Nowadays everybody is a shooter
But no one could ever steal my shine
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