Becoming a King

Words always beat like a drum in my brain
Every laugh and scream layered
In perfect harmony
I always knew I'd spend my whole life hearing
The voices on the street like a song
And that street and that song became
My home for a while

I went at it alonei crawled
Inside the kickdrum in
The belly of the New York City subway
I spent hours and days searching the
Faces in the crowd for answers

I found my name in the signs
And my motivation in the lights
I filled my chest with the colors
And sounds and storiеs I collected
And then onе day, my pen hit the paper
My fingers sliced by strings
My lips brushed the microphone
And I exploded soak up the richness around
You, every detail, and
Never give in and maybe one day
You'll explode too be a king