How Kings Think

Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeahh Look, I don't move with the collective I don't say things like "my truth" & "your truth" It's either mine or your perspective Enemies/friends, look I'm super selective And y'all be having me playing the detective And if you know me not, you can drop your boxes I never lobbied for anybody's presidential caucus Still exercise my right vote like I never lost it Still full of faith & full of hope like I walk with prophets Hey y'all better knock it, who are y'all: black males Some of us been toxic, since jerry curls & rat tails Pick a time and topic, like times it was ok to cry, it wasn't out of pocket But you heard your dad or aunt saying you can't you better stop it Or told another man I love you, you the one who that I rock with, And then it be ya own who look at you like Betty Crocket, or Betty Crocker, that boy sweeter than cobbler, Tell bishop bring his olive oil Mom wants the church involved at every Sunday meet Unc wants to give you hustler magazines before you sleep This for guys who wanted guys and this for those of us who didn't biggest difference: the latter was flattered told we were the business, As if attraction to a woman's what defines a man So no one checked up on our spiritual health, they put us higher than yo fellow guy who thought of suicide a time or two, The church would not have let these thoughts come thru so Jesus why did you? It's tough you know...it gets real when you wind up with a son to raise When protecting the women & their value a talk you have with the kid with the haircut before the ones with braids Not saying that the hair can't interchange The point is women's empowerment ain't just the women's lane Don't have to be victims to validate a victim's claim Don't have to be lost when you where you are and from where you came. The world don't define my masculinity I see thru the insecure so vividly I be standing firm in God's assembly Without forcing a religion down On anyone and anyone can always come around. Life is short but starts anew after you underground I hope they see my servitude first before they see my crown Just another day of being black and being brown, God have mercy King Jesus Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeahh