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I heard them crying out they need a leader
I wonder if I'll live long enough to deliver my promise to self
Will my voice reach further than my father?
These are the questions I often ask myself
Nestled between my thoughts of death
My infatuation with legacy often won't let me sleep
I was born with a golden spoon and a sword
The trials of a privileged fighter
My wars are usually self made
So I enter a battlefield of one
Being both the oppressor and the victim
Spilling out bullets dripping self absorbed truths
And then they hit places I often forget existed