I wanna be a Pharaoh, not a Sultan or a Sheik
I’d spend my whole life stylin’, as I rode my lucky streak

The pyramid that I would build, would rise up to the sky
I’d tell my loyal subjects, I was God and couldn’t die

They’d bow down to my family, especially my “Mummy”
My concubines would feed me grapes, until they filled my tummy

Just like the Sphinx, upon my head, Pharaonic scarves would sit
Everyone would have to say, “This dude is cool as sh**!”

Wait a minute; HOLD YOUR HATS! My daydream’s just expired
I’m back to my reality; no pyramids required

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
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