Unprocessed - Portrait

I've been crowned king from when I was bornI'm in constant struggle to stay clearFrom my cheeks roll golden diamond tearsDiamondsYou are born to make me feel my powerAmuse me with your unpretentious artsDraw my face and make up for my scarsMy scarsWe walk the earth on sullen groundCome wipe the dust off from my crownYou paint me with a brush of goldPaint my portraitBefore I goDon't you see me sitting on the throneCan't you feel your worth it's in your bonesMix your colours like you did beforeBeforeBow down slaveI believe it’s time to changeThе colours on the canvasDon’t let them see I'm anxiousWе walk the earth on sullen groundCome wipe the dust off from my crownYou paint me with a brush of gold