You Can’t Have My Crown

In the fight it slid a little to the side
Carefully restored with the hands of a gentle heart, repositioned
Engraved with righteous words
Encrusted with precious, priceless stones (life); perfectly arranged
It's majestic, it's royalty, it's powerful, it's me

You can't have my crown

It's been confused, intellectually misused and abused
My crown, my legacy
The mirror confirms that it has defied all odds each and everyday
There's no match, it can't be detached
It sits high, planted on moral fortitude

You can't have my crown

The unpronounced can't make no sense of it, underestimated
The cross eyed can't see it, unrecognized
Those who don't believe wants to wear it, they're unmeasured
Not attached to any time, it's all mine

You Can't Have My Crown

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