A young lion 
transformed
into a beast of burden
pacing the block
stomach empty
feet hurting
ready to devour
the weak in this wilderness
soul is hollow
sunken into an abyss
the streets offer little solitude
Never mind the sublime food
Of mental stimulation
pulse quickens
hearts racing
trying to eat
fighting to survive
living off these birds
beats a 9 to 5
A congregation
of young cats
surround the watering hole
taking sips
before the next hunt
eyes glazed over
from that last blunt
But no time to rest
in this concrete jungle
cause wolves dwell among you
Very few get to wear the crown
of true royalty
or even know the meaning of 
honor,trust,or loyalty
Another generation fades
into the landscape of this
wilderness
on the run from the beast
On the run from themselves