Fable

You were common born You were starving on my street You were flesh and bone You kept coming after me But the price was gold And the price was sold And the price was mean I was writing a fable I was told not to read I was like a poem I was rife, I was heavy and replete You were like a pawn You were ready for defeat But the price was cold And the price was old And the price was me You were writing a fable You could hold over me I was overblown You were right, I was burning for a dream You were like a stone You kept turning over me Coz a price was owed And the price was told And the price was real We been writing a fable We were told not to be We've been writing a fable Can you see the lie? Can you see the lie? That's been overgrown