Kings With No Throne

A young lion
transformed into
a beast of burden
pacing the block
stomach empty feet hurting
ready to devour
the weak in this wilderness
soul is hollow
sunken into an abyss
the street offers little
solitude
never mind the sublime food
of mental stimulation
pulse quickens
hearts racing
trying to eat
fighting to survive
living off these birds
beats a 9 to 5
a congregation of young cats
surround the watering hole
taking sips before the next hunt
eyes glazed over from that last blunt
but no time to rest in this concrete jungle
gotta watch our back
cause wolves dwell among you
Very few get to wear
the crown of true royalty
or even know the meaning
of honor, trust, or loyalty
another generation fades
into the landscape
of this ghetto wilderness
on the run from the beast
running from themselves