Rain hits the concrete with a splatter,
Walking through the drops with a food platter,
The king has left the castle and he's walking the streets,
Escorted by his words that are equipped with slick beats.
Barbarians at the gate are trying to take the plate,
They’ve been starving for too long and can no longer wait,
But the king won’t accept a brutal fate and draws his pen, Jots down his lines, releases the words over again.
