Little kid wonders if he is destined to ride alone
He is far from his family, his friends and his home
On his own- alone- left to roam in his own ‘dome'
Didn't realize what he really lost was his soul
Live life lavishly in a constructed comfort zone
Like a king in a kingdom, but where is the throne
He feels the pain of life in his bone, stone cold
Or at least he wish he was cold like a stone, he told
Unfortunate, cuz crooks come from a broken household
Yet his knowledge of life was worth more than gold
Remember to play your cards right, but never fold
He's a product of his environment, a rough diamond
Never complain, but humbly thank God for his garment
Let me explain, he had nothing, yet stayed strong & silent
But going insane, desperately searching for an asylum
Through pleasure & pain, succumb to a society that's violent
Live life in the fast lane- something like a modern day pirate
No sacrifice no gain, he ain't a people's person but private
Reflecting on the train- finally his mind is peaceful & quiet
Came to the conclusion life's profane- now his thoughts run riot
From temptations he tried to abstain- learnt to be self-reliant
Purpose: perish or entertain- do you follow a ruler or a tyrant
-ASK