The Crown Don’t Come with Friends

“You climb high enough… You stop hearing applause.”

Built my throne from nights too long, Turned my pain into a song. They loved the man who wouldn’t break, Then left when I refused to fake.

The crown don’t come with friends, Just bills that never end. You can rule the room and lose your soul, Every king grows cold.

Whiskey talks, but never stays, Gold can’t buy the better days. Power don’t heal, it just defends, And the crown don’t come with friends.

I’ve dined with ghosts and shaken hands With men who’d sell their wedding bands. They called me boss, they called me king — But none could stand the weight of thing.

The crown don’t come with friends, Just the smoke that never ends. You keep your pride, you lose your peace, That’s the price of masterpiece.

“Still… I’d wear it again.”

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