Pride

I stand here now, and then kneel down,
You touch my head, caress my crown.
My jewels are littered, plain to see,
For you are touching Royality.

But you do not stand there in awe,
You make me kneel, close to the floor.
You try so hard to make me beg,
You take away my self respect!

You laugh and mock the way I speak,
And at my heartstrings you do tweak.
You keep on laughing, having fun,
Since I'm out-numbered, five to one.

You and your group, you seek your thrill,
Am I the one you're going to kill?
This king's position on this Earth,
Is now your joke, your fun, your mirth.

You stand there with your body tall,
Forcing me here, to look so small.
You might as well just get the knife,
You took my pride, why not my life?

- Housey 2000