He walked along the street He stumbled and fell on his feet He then swallowed his own spit When he realized he's going into the pit
He once owned a gallery And he praised his mounted glory But he sold his soul to gain victory Little did he knew that his hands were slippery
Somehow Everything was burning And he was crying Then he was begging But he was dying He was grieving Over his own feeling
He used to be a gold digger But the king had turned into a beggar He just wanted to pull the trigger But a wise man said, " It's on you then go figure! "
Reluctantly he let go of his throne Oh!!! There's no crown to call his own He sat there crying and start to mourn The mad man faced his fate to die alone