I am the best, the top of the heap,
The rest of you crawl, while I take the leap.
You’re weak and you bend, oh, that much is clear,
And that’s why I rule while you tremble in fear.
Boundaries, you say? A flimsy disguise,
To me, they’re just whispers, they crumble like lies.
If you let me in, well, that’s on you,
I do what I want, that’s what the strong do.
See, in this world, it’s harsh and it’s cold,
The top is for takers, the ruthless, the bold.
If you’re soft, if you break, if you let down your wall,
Then everything coming, well, that’s your own fall.
You call it cruel, I call it the game,
Step on the weak, climb higher with fame.
I tear down the average, the simple, the meek,
Because that’s how power is made by the sleek.
You didn’t fight back, you didn’t stand tall,
So don’t blame me now, when you start to fall.
It’s not my fault, it’s the law of the land,
If you’re not strong, you’re crushed underhand.
In this big, bad world, it’s not nice, it’s not sweet,
It’s about who you serve and whose hand you’ll greet.
So if you think it’s unfair, that’s not my concern,
The weak are just lessons the strong never learn.
So here’s the hard truth, and here’s what I know,
If you don’t fight back, you’re part of the show.
Your pain, your fall, it’s nothing to me
Just proof that the strong will always be free.