Living on my own terms happens to be,
My name, my fame, my destiny.
Never had a choice,
Never found a voice,
To deny the gifts
handed to me.
Once I struggled to make my stand.
Now I own my own piece of land.
Never thought I wanted it in the first place.
But recieved it wrapped in silk and lace.
They say I should be proud of what I have.
Well, I am, the facts I can't deny.
And thankful for the jewels, that decorate my crown.
Never once did I disrespect their worth with a frown.
All I say is, they are jewels I never wanted.
They are like gold in a hungry man's pocket.
Who wants bread more than anything else from the flock.
What will he do with a piece of rock.
Sometimes when I struggle to keep my face.
I realize I never wanted to run this race.
But now I'm running, like everyone around me.
Running to a dream or from a nightmare we did not see.
And when I stop for a moment to catch my breath.
I find myself being pushed by the mob instead.
I am not allowed time to hold my ground.
To look back and think of what I've found.
I do not understand this game.
It does not make sense.
And even though I'm winning
And crossing every fence.
I don't feel content
Or prize my money.
Its the same for me,
As salt is to honey.
