Big K.R.I.T. - King, Pt. 2 lyrics

History remembers kings! God bless you all!

I don't mean to burden you it's just, umm
I had a conversation with a
Wise man he asked me a question like
"How could you be in the position
To say so much, but say so little
" so this is me saying a lot

I was raised from the Bible
Belt, I tighten that, i'm Titan's back
Same game they claim that they killing
I'm breathing life in that take heed
The people you lead when you reciting that
You will die for what you believe
So where's your rifle at?
Never was entertained or influenced
By all the drama hard to bury your partna
But harder to console her mama
That only want the best for her child
Save a place for his soul Lord
He ain't been to church in a while
Said that Jesus can't save him and
Ain't no church in the wild
His anger fueled his ambition
I swear he forgot how to smile
"Hustle hard, hustle hard
" that's what he said
While counting up this bread
That he fell for, now he dead
And they can't bring him back
They locking up my people, shawty
Racks on top of racks
Public housing just too crowded God
Shacks on top of shacks
Most pastors misleading people that listen
When all us black folk have
Is music and religion
A sense of self-respect
Lost in the need to express
Ourselves through money, drugs, and sex
I'm a product of the same
So I understand the texts
That says that she'll be down to
Fall victim to her flesh
If I'm worth it she'll undress
One night of slumber
Harsh rains and violent thunders
As she leaves, "Is she clean?" Lord
I often wonder
See men turn mice for results
The clinic humbles
Plan B pill, God damn, your stomach rumbles
Laugh it off
But she'll keep it due to my numbers
So be it
I'll oversee that he runs and never fumbles
If it's a girl
I'll give her the world and sunny summers
And show her how to scrap in
Case her nigga jump on her
Protect them from the evils that
TV often can feature
Beware of predators in this jungle
They out to eat ya we all kings and queens
Don't let no one else beseech ya
Life can throw ya some blows
That leave ya swole, don’t let it beat ya
Don't let them feed you that
Bullshit that they fed me
Don't follow the road I took
Look where it led me
I speak my mind and my heart
I bet they dread me
In a world of give me what you got
I always said free dom
You been starving your soul so long
That you should eat sum'n
You concerned with your followers
Then lead them
To a well that only you and yours drink from
I build my own, fuck your playbook
Kingdom, that's how I feel
I'm strong in faith
Don't need for you to say that God ain't real
Somethings you just shouldn't play with
My soul patient cause success
Ain't ever save shit, face it
We all born to die, yea that's basic
But living fast and dying
Young ain't salvation
You keep on with that blasphemy and
I'll keep on with my praying
If you think that Lambos hot in the summer
Well hell's blazing
My mind frame blown cause my
Brother says that I'm on
He bored at the crib while I'm
Wishing that I was home
Said he die for the chance
And I reply to him he was wrong
Told him he could do better than
Me then hung up the phone the youth
Will surely go to war for what you own
To them it's more than real
But to you it's just a song
But to you it's just a song
But to us it's just a Psalm

I'm guilty of the same
Besides, no one person is to blame
I promise I'll change i pray you do the same