King

Writing while I listen to hits
The goats tell me they stories I stay at full attention
Mention secrets to winning inventing a new dimension
My own world with some different rules
My idols done dropped jewels I abuse like weed to get me through
Scribble in my note pad
Pen a poem to show that
We ain’t the shit they label us
Hate on us
Enslaving us prey on us
Who gone pray for us
The day for us to fight or die gone dawn on us
Too late for us to change our mistakes
The futures today
And I got too much shit on my plate
I’m tryna share sumn family
If I needed some help is you gone carry sumn family
You call me bro all the time but do you care for me really
Niggas don’t feel me
I hate job interviews
The feeling of selling myself
I struggle with higher ups
But shit to get higher up
You gotta look higher up
But here I am high as fuck with my face in the dirt from the last loss
Gotta dust that off
I Never pass on something I could do myself
I never called a hotline when I hung myself
Neck noose tight like white fingers on my throat
Almost got across that gold gate I was that close
Most of the days of our lives truly a bad joke
Slowly we approaching the edges until we can’t cope
Fight against the end like it matter it’s like a dance though
Living by the rules like these fools know the answer to life
The explanation way too long and don’t suffice
Do the same shit every day die and call it a life
Fuck You mean that’s what you supposed to do
You know what you supposed to be
Higher level G-O-D
Truuuu
In my poems I pen the blues
Niggas getting used to the pain that’s why it’s in the shit they turn up to
It ain’t regular but brothers bear on
We live in hell like we doing wrong which lead us to living wrong
But why you lying like we not the same
Like my existence is too insane
Every day another frame
Changing how they viewing things
Telling people who to blame
Never call us by our name
I know you know we the Kings