[Part 1]
In this life of fairytales, hard times and cartoons
How does one become star when you are cursed from the womb
In a jungle full of tombs and tales of wild criminals
And family disfunction has destructured the world's chemicals

Escape, it seems mystical, when powers that be
Prefer brothers in prison, not wealthy strong and free
A direct path to success seems hard to see
And you can feel like a idiot, go out, you oughta see

Surrounded by treachery, tragedy and defeat
Your neighbor's [] and they rob you on the shoes on your feet
Livin' with crooks it's hard not to become a thief
When pressures in life push toward insanity

When fear grips humanity, something usally breaks
Either your spirit or your mind, [] becomes grey
And you can overcome the fade of those []
[] become a king with words

[Hook]
I was born broke but refuse to die poor
May never be in lights but I master the art of war
Though some predicted that royalty wasn't in my genes
When I write I'm reborn as a king (down with the king!)