He wore the title, but you lived the struggle
You didn’t chase power — it knew where to return
They fired the flame and wondered why it got cold
He held the reins, but you designed the course
You built the empire with bare hands — he tried to run it with empty pride
They took you out, but couldn’t take you down
You stepped away — and so did the progress
The crown means nothing without the grind behind it
He tried to lead the legacy — but never carried its weight
They cut out the architect — and watched the blueprint burn