They see you at the club, I see your everyday crazy,
You do this and that, feel shit and comeback,
You multitask like being God is easy
Beat the world twice and they’ll still call you lazy
You fight these entitled pricks on a everyday basis
You don’t sweat, sit back and kick it like a reflex
Seated upright at your desk, head down, working for hours
And they keep wondering how you made it
Ready to take off your crown, they try to get into your head
Don’t they know your magic burns without flames?
When they bother you too much, you turn the game sideways
A cold hearted bitch yes, why should you apologize for your honesty
They try to control your body, fill you with pills and then criticize your sensitivity
How come everytime you try to fight this world, it’s a little too late
You heard about this from your momma and her momma before that
Dealing with demons and jokers, ass clowns and ungrateful lovers
And yet your smile don’t cost nothing sugar
Majority can’t get to the point without a couple of backhanded comments
Still these fools are concerned with what you prioritize, your family or your career
Both a hard pill to swallow and a potion of ecstasy
You don’t need to change a thing about that, let time serve them how it sees fit
Lord saves the Queen, the Queen saves the kind
21st Century Cleopatra, the world is for you to conquer
The sorcery to your existence, the one they can never fathom,
Will one day become the truth that brings them to their knees.
Middle of the Road 
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