Power

This is as the title suggests: about power. It's about the exchange of power, the struggle for it and all that great stuff. :)

You've gotta have the power to let power go

Having power doesn't always mean you're powerful

Towering souls makin' others cower in the cold

It's just hours before the globe stops being “ours”

And starts being his or hers

Tryin' to put this verse into words

And it hurts 'cause now we tend to put “me” first.

As in “everything's mine and you can't take it from me,

I'm the most important human being

On the planet.

I'm the reigning queen.”

See, that's why we have Me to We

But “we” is changing to “he” and “she”

But “he” to me may not be “he” to “she”

So a he-she is only as he needs be.

And don't get me started with envy

Nowadays all our pride is either empty

Or so unbelievably plentiful

We become full of nothing.

Our entities entice me

To speak with this melody.

Healthy like a remedy

But only psychologically

Since we're forced to think out of harmony

But convinced that's the right way to look at life, see.

It's hard to talk politely

When you're sizin' up each other:

“Which one has the best Nikes?”

Or the better-sized feet?

Which one has abs?

Which one has ugly flabs?

And which one can't afford to ride in a cab?

All the comparison carryin' jealousy.

There's no way you're tellin' me

I'm anything less than what you see.

I'm like ebony, a product of something bigger in that sense

But that makes me no better than people living in tents

You see, people say we're created equal

But they're the ones living peaceful

Peeping out of their peephole

Scared of their seats being overthrown.

While the lethal stand outside with their pistols

Being hit by missiles

They never seemed to miss though.

So “equal” would be the furthest thing from the truth

Even the kids throw rocks at the windows.

This whole division of who gets to rule what

Isn't soon gonna give up.

So we're trapped in this societal monarchy

And I've got a collar on me 'cause I'm just a dog in this pound

Heavier than anything around me.

And it weighs me down,

I don't have the power to take it off a leave it on the ground.

I guess that's the weight of a boulder on my shoulders,

Weight of the world would be closer

Maybe I'll understand when I'm older.

Author's Note

Let me know if it makes sense: I'm always scared if I write something and whatever I was thinking at the time isn't portrayed clearly to other people.