Hey, Mr. President, you got da brass ring
So used to getting what you desire
Feelin' high and mighty.. ain't it good to be king?
No way that you could get any higher
They say heavy is the crown
And what goes up must come down
Might be time to make or break
You own it now, you cannot fake it
You're top dog for pity's sake
So quit your little bellyachin'
Did you make a big mistake
Can't defy laws of gravity
I wonder, Mr. President, ya ready to rule?
Can't make up what you want by decree
Maybe time to read up, time to go back to school
Democracy is like a trapeze
It's a high-wire balancing act
And not so easy to be hacked
Ballot boxes you can steal
But not so much the mass appeal
Investigations not ideal
Thought you knew how to make a deal
Waitin' for that big reveal
That deep state is starting to squeeze
Oh, Mr. President please
Maybe, Mr. President, you're outta your league?
Embarrassing so many misfires
Overexposed and showin' signs of fatigue
As emperor, you need more attire
History seldom has been kind
To the blowhards, feeble minds
Barbarians are at the gate
The time has come to set it straight
How often must we demonstrate
America's already great
Monarchies have met their maker
Ain't nobody down on their knees
You ain't a king, you're a president, see?
Your legacy will be denied
Consider yourself notified
Do not confirm, do not comply
Watch us how we multiply
See We The People we decide
Remember, son, that you work for me
You? Mr. President? Please...