You were born to be a king
A king a king
You are king

[Verse 1: Faith Pettis]
I had a dream brothers hoodie'd up and masked down
No ambition they only into the cash now
We lookin' funny no education we class clowns
No railoads we workin' up on the Ave now
But we don't know that it's nothing we could pass down
It's not a dream this is all happening fast now
One out of three of us in jail ain't that a sad sound
We killin these jails
A genocide we like to blast rounds
Blah
Now that's the sound of the alarm
You're supposed to help your brother
But he's dying in your arms
We trying to break the chains
But you'd kill em for a charm
I'm my brother's keeper coulda swore it was foreign
Can't look at each other we fight and bicker that's the norm
We 'posed to fight together help each other through the storm
We ain't playin' chess but we lookin' like some pawns
Nobody told you were a king when you were born?
You was born to be a king
Instead you sell drugs to the fiends
Your religion is in your designer jeans
Not your spiritual into the finer things
You was born to be a king
No Martin Luther you ain't chasin' no dreams
Look in my eyes there's something that you need to see

[Verse 2: Eshon Burgundy]
Hallelujah
Why I keep lookin' for kings on the corner?
Same reason slaves kept lookin for freedom every morning
Still hopeful
Even though frequently disappointed
I'm feel close to
A re-imagination of the street
Dreams
I've been marinatin' on a few things
I done graduated from a few schemes
So I know it's possible to change
Any obstacle is not an obstacle in who's name? Jesus
And He's still the king when ya mood change
Unlike these false rapper claims He the true king
In fact these rapper's ain't the king of nothin'
King of the south, king of Philly and New York?
You're the king of frontin'
Let The Lord show you how to be a king
Serve your people, abstain from evil
Forsake everything illegal
His flame will lead you
And the next time you're lookin' for a king
That king will be you

You was born to be a king
Instead you sell drugs to the fiends
Your religion is in your designer jeans
Not your spiritual into the finer things
You was born to be a king
No Martin Luther you ain't chasin' no dreams
Look in my eyes there's something that you need to see

[Verse 3: Sevin]
Yo
For real
Ay somebody tell me what happened
Trading in His glory for ashes?
Where's the joy?
We only lookin forward to caskets
It's tragic
Went from royal to ratchet
Generational curses getting sucked through the foil or glass
We get smoked out
Don't you know you've been apprised within his eyes?
You livin' lies for what you finna be penalized
My prayer is this enterprise of sin will die
Mentally men will rise and not be identified by genocide
They keep telling me my thinkin' is wishful
Instead of squeezin' the pistol we can speak the Epistles
And we can't keep blamin' the white man for what we doin'
They show us lies but we are supposed to see through 'em
If greed is the motive then we so blind
For some dollars we sacrificin' a gold mine
And it's a cold find to realize the king you died to be in Christ
You was the whole time
King

You was born to be a king
Instead you sell drugs to the fiends
Your religion is in your designer jeans
Not your spiritual into the finer things
You was born to be a king
No Martin Luther you ain't chasin' no dreams
Look in my eyes there's something that you need to see