Ashland (On and On)

watch the rickets of the past rise up around me. the comfort i get. the darkness it holds. like a reign of power embracing my soul. undertaking my mind. i feel like an emporeror as their stories worn on and i dawned my crowm. feeling a bit obnoxious i pitched it aside and strolled with my robes. a leadership walk that put a soldier on my head in place of my gold. this type of strength is accented not physically created. my crown is my style, my voice, my achievemnts, my intelligence, my smile. i wear my posture like a flag. i guess this is my castle. brick and plastic. my chariot a washed out green, my throne of pegged wood. and this what my people now admire. leanin forward feel my actions crucial to creating and evolving everything i see revolving around me. significant as hell, my actions send runners in both directions. and acknowledges the stand stills. i can't help to see myself as a king, even if i'd walk by you through everything. i feed on your envy and shine quite above you, but this everyday shit is what really romances my heart. the little jokes, the fun, the games, saying ridiculous shit to girls, and lyin about our names. couldn't write it right if i tried it's just something that comes and calms deep from inside