i had all to do with
i had all of life in satisfaction
lacking nothing
no one could echo a sound
i did never played or heard
i had all
like a man who's heir
to a throne fatherhood promised
i took it all
and re-invented my legacy
far better than my father's
whom would challenge my greatness
but this not the end to the tale
i thought being popular
many might reason my shine
and hold my name like a star
but they treated me with hate
haters words whisper like dew
saying i stole
am being likened to someone
someone who stole
have outlived legends
and yet i still live
youthful like the baby born
but still whispers from the crowd
likened me to someone who stole
whom would set me free?
For am a man who must prove
to others i see everyday
for the person i am now
i didn't steal the name
i didn't steal the fame
but they say it's a game
whom would set me free?
For am innocent as a youth
made it all with ease
but am being likened
to someone who stole
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