I do it for my fans. 
Tiffany, Cartier, & Fendi. 
Decorated and unused
Love seemingly infused.

The boys and girls around town in a hazed daze
Wanting a Mercedes, a mansion, and bedtime ladies and slaves.
With chains of silver, thongs of silk, and streaked up mascara, crazed
One penny got them drinking Henny and popping molly.

Mothers & Fathers around town enraged
Don’t trip over your feet,
Or even lose a wink of sleep
Before long their jewels will be sagging
Innocent and pure yet bruised and insecure
Never stopping to count
50… 60… 70… 

My kingdom of the elite. 
Don’t beg, only eat. 
Never relocate and never flee.
My fans sit on thrones 
Fruits in their hands, chins to the sky, the poor to their feet. 

Myself 
I got one piece of bread 
More wealthy than them.
The table is spread 
But they wish me well.
Tiffany, Cartier, & Fendi. 

The knockoff elite around town unite 
Only to bite at a lower height. 
Spikes of a virus rose in my blood, they had me retired from the scene
 They still can’t get me, I remain concealed. 

My kingdom of the elite 
Helped close the lights, giving a moment away
My eyes swelling
No feeling left astray. 

My kingdom of the elite is my only winner
Gold for brunch and diamonds for dinner. 
Don’t you ever get confused, 
My fans have me covered. 
Tiffany, Cartier, & Fendi. 

-jt