A morning in the life of a king, self-proclaimed fame I pursued, fresh food for a refreshed mood, an early riser with these sunny side up eggs, a compliment to chickens who would give chicks value fore they even know it, never blow it or throw them in the trash, one's trash is another man's treasure, a measure of a poor man's appreciation, never preach till you reach what you seek, a false prophet's profits in the so-called rapture he speaks, in his speech was disaster, at least one can master their intentions, conductor of the engine, engineers fear in his motor skills, walking with his head down, sounds how a deer in the headlights talks, but I'm a sly snake that convinces him he really had his head in the right place, notice how he cracks a smile, in a style so sure and as pure as a child's first impression; though he battles apprehension, his attention span spans more than the average man's, a sign of respect, but the elect can ***** fear, challenging his own peers to adhere to his bigger picture, if it's clear to their own triggers, he figures out how to collect figures, but my mission was to mold him in his image, told him if he holds down from scrimmage, he can total up his own game plan, but it's odd how he became..the same man as me, I had to free myself from my freedom speech, impeach myself, he increased his reach, and peaked in wealth.