I know you call it pride that I walk as though I’m a bride And arrogance that I refuse to partake in your ignorance I know you’re puzzled at my joy Somehow my confidence offends you, It embarrasses you when I speak sometimes strange ways, And you keep staring because you can’t believe who you see Well, the person you know died in the past Now I have a father who makes gold as dust My father reigns and his blood run through my veins He knows the number of strands that make up my hair; I am indeed a pampered heir Let it not be a wonder that I do in seconds What you’d ponder about till the world ends In case you didn’t hear My father owns the skies and all the birds in the air His words give hearing to the deaf ear, make sicknesses disappear And demons flee in fear So the reason I walk shoulders

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